Chapter 233 Antique Shop
Zhuangyuan Dumpling House.
Zhao Mei cooked a pot of crucian carp soup today. She handed the soup spoon to Ye Xiaomei and wiped her hands on her apron:
"Is Qijun so busy all day? He is not in the army, so he is in the city. Why doesn't he come back to see the children and you all day?"
When Zhao Mei said this, she looked unhappy. She pulled a stool over and sat down, then said carefully, "Is there any conflict between the two of you?"
Ye Xiaomei chuckled and almost vomited the fish soup:
"Mom, that's impossible. Qijun's anger is different from others'. Besides, we didn't have any quarrel."
"Finally coaxed her to sleep." Just then, Ye Xiaoya came over, picked up her chopsticks and started eating:
"Sister, this morning, my mother, my elder brother Heizi, and I went shopping with my nephew. I saw a man who looked very much like my brother-in-law. He was holding a girl..."
"Little girl, even eating can't stop you from talking." Zhao Mei quickly scolded her.
Ye Xiaomei put down the fish soup that was about to reach her mouth: "What did you say?"
"No, no, I'm dazzled." Zhao Mei interrupted quickly, fearing that the ignorant Xiaoya would say something and how could she, as a girl, bear it.
"You're not seeing things, mom!" Xiaoya was unhappy: "My brother-in-law has a very unique height and physique, how could I have mistaken him?"
Zhao Mei's face darkened and she opened her mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.
When Ye Xiaomei saw her mother's expression and Xiaoya's determined eyes, she couldn't help but wonder, how could this be possible? Ma Qijun was definitely not that kind of person.
"Xiao Ya, where did you meet him?" Wasn't he going to investigate the human trafficking case? He also said that it would be almost done in half a month.
Zhao Mei lowered her head. This was bad. How could Xiaoya speak so quickly? She wanted to find out what her young lady was thinking in advance.
"Just..." Xiaoya also noticed that her sister's expression was a little cold, but she didn't know why. Maybe she didn't understand the relationship between husband and wife:
"On the street in front of the bridge, I saw my brother-in-law get out of the car and go into an antique shop with a woman, selling vases and other things."
That street? Ye Xiaomei thought, antique shop?
"Mom, Xiaoya, you take good care of Chengshuang and Ziqiang first. If they are hungry and I haven't been back in time, you can feed them some milk powder first."
After saying this, Ye Xiaomei put down her chopsticks and left.
"You!" Zhao Mei lowered her voice and gave Ye Xiaoya a slap on the head, causing her to rub her forehead: "Why are you saying these things?"
By the time Zhao Mei anxiously chased out and looked around, Ye Xiaomei's figure had already reached the intersection along the downhill road.
But she still had to take care of the children, so she couldn't leave at this time.
Ye Xiaomei walked very slowly. She was wondering why. Could it be that Xiao Ya saw it wrong?
Or...what secrets does Ma Qi's army have?
Just as she was staring blankly at the intersection, a motorcycle stopped in front of Ye Xiaomei.
"Xiao Mei, come on, I'll take you for a ride!"
The woman in the car was wearing a leather jacket. The moment she took off her helmet, I realized it was Shang Zhen.
Ye Xiaomei suddenly came to her senses: "Where did you get the motorcycle?"
"I bought it." Shang Zhen's face was filled with joy that he couldn't hide: "I won money playing cards."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank.
Shang Zhen laughed out loud. She was dragged over to wash her feet yesterday, and she insisted on playing cards. She didn't expect her luck to be so good.
He won all the sisters' money.
Ye Xiaomei knew that she went to play cards yesterday, so she got on the motorcycle without asking any more questions:
"How about you take me to Qianqiao Road Mall?"
"Okay!" Shang Zhen was extremely aggressive, the roar was deafening, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, released the clutch and rushed out.
Ye Xiaomei was so scared that she quickly hugged Shang Zhen's waist.
The strong wind blew towards her so hard that Ye Xiaomei couldn't even open her mouth: "Slow down!"
"Isn't it enjoyable?" Shang Zhen seemed not to hear and spoke faster.
As they got closer, Ye Xiaomei discovered that the scene on the street had become an unpredictable belt that was rapidly retreating.
A squeak!
Ye Xiaomei sat in the back seat, still in shock.
"arrive!"
"..." Ye Xiaomei let out a long breath, and when she got off the car, her feet were a little unsteady:
"Don't drive so fast next time. It's too dangerous." Basically, all I could hear were bicycle bells, car horns, and people cursing.
"My car is OK, it costs more than 3,000 yuan."
Ye Xiaomei looked at Shang Zhen, who was so smug, and was suddenly speechless. More than three thousand?
"Okay." Casually, Ye Xiaomei saw the antique shop. Just as Xiaoya said, there were many vases placed in the transparent glass wall.
"Where are you going? I'm going with you." After Shang Zhen parked his motorcycle, he rushed to the antique shop opposite. Ye Xiaomei was already chatting with the clerk.
"Sorry, our customer information is confidential."
The clerk said kindly.
Ye Xiaomei stretched her neck to look around and discovered that there was a second floor in the store: "Oh, then I'll just take a look around." Then she went to the second floor.
The shop assistant politely stopped me and said with a professional smile on his face:
"The upstairs rooms are all private rooms for treasure appraisal. If you like something, we will take it to a private room for you to appreciate it."
Ye Xiaomei nodded, looked around, and suddenly looked at the clerk in cheongsam: "Wang Juan?"
I couldn't recognize her sudden change at first glance. Perhaps to suit the style of the antique shop, she wore a cheongsam, with her hair tied up and a hairpin, revealing her entire face. She had a few strands of hair on her forehead, which was completely different from the Wang Juan who used to wear a white coat.
"Please feel free to look around." Wang Juan was obviously unwilling to say anything more.
Ye Xiaomei understood what she meant, but she seemed unwilling to say anything more to her.
I looked around. There were all kinds of antiques displayed around the store and in locked glass cabinets.
Ye Xiaomei didn't know much about the vases, but there were a lot of small items in the glass cabinet.
Ye Xiaomei felt that she had been married to Ma Qijun for more than a year, but she had never heard that he liked antiques.
"Xiao Mei, look at this one, it's pretty good."
Ye Xiaomei looked over when she heard the voice. It was Shang Zhen. She put the helmet that was tucked between her armpits on the glass cabinet and kept pointing at something with her hand.
"Wait a moment!" Wang Juan greeted Ye Xiaomei politely and hurried over.
"This item is a purple cloud jade bead from the Shang Dynasty. Although the price is a bit expensive, it is definitely worth collecting."
Ye Xiaomei walked over.
This thumb-sized bead is pitch black, and has nothing to do with purple or clouds. To put it bluntly, it looks like a ball made from a thousand-year-old booger, and if you look closely at the surface, you can see some uneven bumps.
Ye Xiaomei looked at Shang Zhen subconsciously. This is it? Pretty? She felt it had nothing to do with pretty.
"Is this...beautiful?" Ye Xiaomei still said what was in her heart.
The clerk hurried forward to explain: "This purple cloud jade bead is very old, and the surface is a naturally formed layer of protection..."
"Xiao He, please go to the second floor."
A woman in a business suit with popular big wavy hair came down from the upstairs slowly. She glanced sharply at Ye Xiaomei and then at Shang Zhen's tight leather jacket.
"Okay, then please help entertain these two guests."
Wang Juan was about to go upstairs, but when she passed by the store manager, she stopped her and said, "It's obvious that these two people can't afford it. Why are you wasting your time? The big customers are all in the private rooms."
Shang Zhen was still lying on the counter, thinking.
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