Buddha Statue, Do You Think This Repair Method Is Acceptable?

Even with Lan Zhuang's help, the difficulty of Shen Le's puzzle-like reattachment work had not dropped to the point where he could finish it casually.

At most, it had turned a ten-thousand-piece puzzle that was a complete mess with no hints at all into a ten-thousand-piece puzzle with at least a few hints.

What had previously taken a hundred hours to finish could now, perhaps, be cut in half—fifty hours?

In short, throughout the process, Alloy Master went from eagerly offering directions and pointing things out;

to restlessly pacing back and forth;

to constantly nagging:

"This is way too troublesome!"

"When will it be done?"

"Why do we have to piece all this stuff together?!"

"...If you have time, could you help me with something?" Shen Le had no choice but to find something for him to do, lest he sit around doing nothing and interfere with him all day long.

He picked out a small bag of gold foil removed from the Buddha statue, then selected two pieces of gold foil Alloy Master had forged himself. Holding them in both hands, he presented them to him.

"Help me figure out how to piece together—or attach—the old and new gold foil so that it looks harmonious and doesn't stand out too much?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Alloy Master practically snatched the two ziplock bags from him and turned to leave.

Piecing together gold foil!

Playing with gold foil!

This was his specialty!

Everything related to gold was his specialty!

He swept out like a gust of wind. Shen Le was left alone, smiling to himself as he patiently continued working.

"Qing Deng, don't come any closer! Be careful not to set the raw lacquer on fire!"

"Zheng Mo, stay farther away too. The raw lacquer mixed with gold