At the foot of the Celadon Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, there is a century-old porcelain restoration workshop - "Glaze Picking Studio". The owner Shen Yanzhi is the third generation of the workshop. He has a secret that no one knows: he can understand the speech of ancient porcelain. The blue and white lotus bowl of the Ming Dynasty always complained, "Tourists always touch my glaze, and the coating is almost wiped off." The pastel lady bottle of the Qing Dynasty often complains, "The humidity in the workshop is too high, and my glaze is almost darkening." Even the porcelain plate paintings of the Republic of China in the corner can say, "The days when I accompanied my old master to the theater were much more lively than now." Shen Yanzhi guards the workshop and spends his daily life listening to complaints about ancient porcelain and repairing damaged porcelain, focusing on a "Buddhist style of lying flat". After all, dealing with ancient porcelain that can talk is much easier than dealing with relatives urging marriage or speculative antique dealers.
Until one rainy night, the porcelain glaze covered in porcelain powder crashed into the glaze picking room. The girl had a faint azure color at the end of her eyes, holding a glowing "Porcelain Soul Lamp" in her arms, and asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My lamp seems to be dying soon." Shen Yanzhi did not expect that this girl who always talked about "Can this be repaired" was actually the last descendant of the reclusive Glazed Spirit Tribe - the "Porcelain Soul Valley" where the Glazed Spirit Tribe lived was coveted for the "power of painting gold" The "Cracked Porcelain Clan" was destroyed, and Porcelain Glaze fled to the world with the clan's treasure "Porcelain Soul Lamp". She knew nothing about modern life. She regarded scanning code payment as "exchanging money with magic", microwave oven as "heating porcelain kiln", and even power bank as "luminous porcelain pillow".
