Hearing this, Xiao Guotao didn't say anything. He restrained his expression and stared at Zhang Moyan intently.
Such a reaction made Zhang Moyan suddenly feel like she had flattered someone but had hit the wrong spot. It turned out that she was not good at flattering others.
Xiao Xingyu's face turned green. He thought that this woman would find another way to flatter him, so he didn't stop her. It seems that he overestimated her.
She said that the intangible cultural heritage master who enjoyed national financial support was like an honest and simple craftsman, and between the lines she also said that Xiao Guotao did not have the temperament of a scholar... This woman's emotional intelligence is really a bit problematic.
"Zhang Moyan," Xiao Xingyu called her name in a low voice, his expression trying to stop her, but his tone changed to one of approval: "Actually, you hit the nail on the head."
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Zhang Moyan's eyes widened, confused as to what he meant, when she heard Xiao Xingyu speak slowly, "Poetry, songs, and even calligraphy and painting flourished because they were loved by scholars, cultivated and promoted by countless learned individuals. But porcelain, after all, is a craft that involves working with clay, a far cry from elegance. Therefore, throughout history, celebrities and scholars have merely collected it, with few truly willing to dabble in it."
He paused, looking profoundly at the pile of porcelain fragments before him. "Think about it, if there had been celebrities who had devoted themselves to the Ru kiln back then, and if the Ru kiln's inheritance hadn't relied on artisans of low status and talent, perhaps the firing technique of celadon porcelain wouldn't have disappeared so completely..."
He returned his gaze to Zhang Moyan's face. "But isn't your Chinese language ability too poor, a craftsman?" He sneered, "My grandfather should at least be a craftsman!"
Zhang Moyan's face suddenly turned red, not because Xiao Xingyu criticized her for her poor Chinese, but because she vaguely felt that Xiao Xingyu's words were trying to make up for her.
I don’t know if she was overthinking it.
Xiao Guotao was also a little surprised when he heard Xiao Xingyu say this. It was as if he had reviewed Xiao Xingyu's words in his stomach. He suddenly laughed and said, "Xingyu, I'm just a craftsman. Over the past few decades, more and more titles have been added to my head. I really have forgotten what I do. Miss Zhang, I'm really happy that you can still see the shadow of a craftsman in me today."
"Mr. Xiao, you can just call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Moyan was a little at a loss. This situation seemed a bit forced. She didn't dare to look Xiao Guotao in the eye, so she met Xiao Xingyu's eyes. The content in his eyes, my God, she couldn't understand it at all!
"Rain!"
Luckily, Uncle Chai trotted into the courtyard at that moment. Seeing Zhang Moyan there, he was surprised for a moment, then he greeted her, "Breakfast is ready. You and Miss Zhang should go eat together! We're going to the park today, and my great aunt is so excited she's already eating alone! You guys go quickly, I'll go and urge the others!"
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