"What's so pretty and not pretty about it, it's just a broken bowl."
The old man was surprised as he looked at the bowl in Huo Sining's hand, with its bottom full of cracks. He really couldn't understand how the bowl could have anything to do with the word "pretty," so he said nonchalantly, "Young lady, if you like it, just take it."
"Uh..."
Huo Sining was at a loss for words. She had originally wanted to pick up a bargain and buy it for a low price, but seeing the old man's enthusiasm and his honest and straightforward appearance, she started to feel a bit guilty.
She felt perfectly justified picking up a bargain from the unscrupulous dealers on Antique Street, but facing this honest and simple old man, she felt that taking advantage of him seemed somewhat unconscionable.
Although the old man had poured water for the four of them, the bowls they used were all different, and only the one in Huo Sining's hands was a white-glazed porcelain bowl.