In the most inconspicuous corner of the antique street, there is a small shop called "Wu Ming Zhai".
The shop owner stated a secret - he could hear the "sounds" on the utensils.
A broken porcelain bowl hums a song that the housewife hummed a hundred years ago;
A worn inkstone will whisper the sigh of the scholar on the night he failed the exam.
This ability once caused him to be exiled from academia and became a laughing stock.
