"Sit here and eat." Xiao Xie's mouth watered instinctively as he smelled the aroma of the food.
He's really something; he's even drooling.
Guagua diligently filmed, not missing any embarrassing moments of the patriarch.
On the other side, Xiao Shi found something nice and pulled Chou Chou inside to see it. It was a vase, placed on the table in the room.
“Chou Chou, my brother has this bottle in his space. It’s an antique and can be sold for a lot of money in the future. We can’t leave it to them.”
Ugly didn't understand, but when she heard it was valuable, she asked Frog to come and see.
Its electric eyes gleamed, flashing like coins.
"Oh my, this is a Qing Dynasty Qianlong blue and white porcelain flat bottle with dragons playing with pearls. What a fine piece! This thing could sell for tens of millions in the future."
“Your brother has one exactly the same, but it has cracks and can only be repaired later.”
"Never mind, we can't keep this stuff to ourselves anymore. A lot of the treasures left by our ancestors have been damaged. I'll go and have Little Stinky Egg collect them. You guys keep looking."
"Remember, this is Little Stinky Egg's house. We're just looking for our own things."
Okay.
The young teacher folded the change into a ball and stuffed it into the bottle opening.
In the main room, Shishi and Xiao Xielin were already eating.
Xiao Xielin couldn't use chopsticks or a spoon, so Song Yunchao fed him bite by bite out of pity.
Seeing the mother and son wolfing down their food, looking like they hadn't eaten in ages, he felt terrible.
This must be because they haven't had a proper meal in ages.
This is a benefactor of the Song family; they need to give her some money later.
Guagua put the screen in front of Xiao Xielin and pointed at the bottle.
“Little brat, take this. Master said the Xie family’s money is all here, over six hundred.”
Xiao Xie felt no remorse for taking money from others; it was all child support, he was the most precious child.
Xie Jiancheng and Feng Qiulan stood to the side, wanting to suggest that their son come to the table to eat, since it was his birthday meal, but they didn't dare to say it.
Xiao Xiehao's mouth watered at the aroma of the eggs.
"Egg custard, my egg custard, Mom, eat."
Xiao Xie Lin was enjoying his steamed egg custard when, for some unknown reason, he suddenly raised an eyebrow at Xiao Xie Hao in a provocative manner.
If you have nothing to eat, then mine is all mine.
The actions came unconsciously, and he couldn't stop them. He was internally cursing: "Am I becoming childish? I've become so immature!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
