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Real antiques have a unique sense of historical heaviness, even if its appearance is ordinary, and the traces of time are impossible to imitate those fakes.

Just as Miss Ye was looking around with wide eyes, Qi Ye and Uncle Fang were already talking.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Qi Ye smiled: "I'll get the knife." ”

"Take the knife?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, he glanced at Ye Weilan again, and said to Qi Ye, "Follow me." After that, he was the first to go downstairs.

Qi Ye instructed his little wife: "You stay here for a while, you can take whatever you like, this is your mother-in-law's things, don't take it for nothing." Then, too, he went into the backyard.

Ye Weilan: "......"

Her mother-in-law?

Isn't that Qi Ye's mother?

Aunt Fang looked at the little girl's expression and laughed: "These are all handed down from the ancestors of the Qi family, after the young lady got married, it was guarded by me and my wife, Qi Qi is very busy, so he doesn't come here much." The old man said, walked to the shelf and took out a wooden box, it was very clean, it was obvious that it was often wiped, she opened the wooden box, and there was an emerald green bracelet lying quietly inside.

The green color is crystal clear, delicate and delicate, and you can see that it is priceless at a glance.

The old man took Ye Weilan's hand and put the bracelet on her wrist, not big or small, just right: "This is the best jadeite in the world that a certain queen mother of the pre-Qin Dynasty has worn, it has not changed color for thousands of years, and it is very nourishing." ”

Ye Weilan looked at the bracelet on her wrist, touched her stomach again, and asked with a smile: "Aunt Fang, is there a longevity lock or gold collar for children to wear." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned to stare at her stomach, and Ye Weilan smiled shyly.

The old lady was very happy, ran in to find it again, and soon took out a few small boxes, took out a snowflake-white longevity lock, a silver collar, and a pair of silver bracelets, and carefully wrapped them in a handkerchief and put them into Ye Weilan's bag.

"Son, follow me."

Ye Weilan followed the old lady to the backyard.

"Qi Qi and the old man should be in the basement, if you want to take the knife, you have to beat my wife, otherwise he won't be able to use it even if he takes it." The old man said, and walked into a clean kitchen: "Qi Qi used to like to eat my beef pot rice the most, but he was too busy for a long time to eat once, this is a good son, as long as you learn, he can often eat it." ”

Ye Weilan's eyes lit up, and he studied seriously.

The old man instructed her while doing it, one was serious, and the other was devoted, so when Qi Ye and Uncle Fang came out, there was a smell of beef and rice in the courtyard.

Uncle Fang's face was flushed, and he laughed very happily: "Convention, leave after eating." ”

Qi Ye walked to the kitchen, and as soon as he walked in, he saw Ye Weilan coming out with a large blue and white porcelain bowl, his cheeks flushed: "Qi Ye, come and try it." ”

Qi Ye's black hair was a little messy, and a piece of the cuff was missing, and he was holding a long thing in his hand, wrapped in a black strip of cloth, and his face was very white.

Ye Weilan wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and Qi Ye picked up the chopsticks: "You did it?" ”

Miss Ye nodded a little embarrassedly, but still asked, "How can you tell that it wasn't Aunt Fang who did it?" ”

Beef pot rice shouldn't all look the same......

Ye Weilan was a little apprehensive, Qi Ye likes to eat what Aunt Fang made, the taste of what she made is different, will it not suit his appetite?