The old man nodded with a faint smile, then he raised his hand and handed over the scissors in his hand. "Would you like to give it a go?"
Yun Xi reached out and picked it up. She glanced at the few plum blossom branches on the coffee table and then looked at the vases placed on top of Xiao Jinglin's antique shelf. She turned her head around to look at Xiao Jinglin. "The vases at home seemed to have been replaced. They aren't antiques anymore, are they?"
"I heeded your advice and replaced them all. These are all artisanal handicrafts now."