Chapter 023 Bronze Mirror

"Is there any comradeship among weirds? It's hard to say." The system hissed in its consciousness. "I'm more inclined to believe that it has some hidden value. But what can a weird without a weird domain do?"

Mo Xuanji sighed and looked down at the bamboo slips in his hand: "Forget it, if the enemy comes, we will stop them with soldiers, and if the water comes, we will block it with earth. No matter what they want to do, we will just take it."

There can't be anything worse than the end of the world, right? Mo Xuanji thought optimistically.

It was the first time that Mo Xuanji appeared in the antique shop during the day. As the morning came, he found that this place was not as deserted as he had imagined. Occasionally, there would be a few pedestrians passing by. There were seven or eight breakfast stalls set up at the intersection not far away, and sometimes there would be office workers or students eating here.

Some people noticed this newly opened antique shop, and the decoration that was out of place on the street aroused some curiosity. However, passers-by were in a hurry to go to work, so they just took a quick glance and left without looking back.

The aroma of food drifted over with the breeze, arousing the appetite in her stomach. Mo Xuanji thought about it, closed the door, and went to the breakfast stall nearby.

"Boss, give me a bowl of wontons."

"Okay, please wait a moment on the side." The stall owner smiled honestly, wiped his hands with a wet cloth, and lowered his head to wrap wontons.

Yuheng lowered his head slightly and watched the boss's hand movements for a while, with a smile in his beautiful eyes. He played with the white jade fan and chatted with the boss like a bored diner: "Your business is usually good, right?"

"Hey, how did you know that?" the boss said as he put the wontons into the pot. He opened the lid and a puff of hot steam rose from the pot.

There weren't many diners at this time, as most people chose food that was easy to carry.

"Your wontons have thin wrappers and plenty of fillings, and the portions are generous. You won't find a boss as conscientious as you anywhere else."

The system let out a series of laughs from deep within its consciousness.

"Hahaha, really? Well, I don't have any advantages. I'm just honest and simple. Consumers spend money with me, so I have to give them the best." The boss showed a happy and hearty smile and patted his chest: "What's the saying? Serve the people wholeheartedly!"

High up, a man in combat uniform put down his binoculars and slammed the wall in anger: "You idiot! Do you think he's flattering you? The filling is exposed! Whose vendor puts so much meat in wontons for free? And you're still serving the people, are you afraid he won't see your origins?"

The polite laughter of the two people came from the headphones.

Mo Xuanji really felt that this boss was both conscientious and simple. He had eaten at many breakfast stalls during his school years. Most wonton vendors would use chopsticks to touch the filling twice, then quickly wipe it off with dough and wrap it up, fearing that the customers would see the pitiful amount of filling. This boss was very simple. He didn't wrap the wontons very fast, but he stuffed them full of filling, as if he was afraid that the customers would not be full.

It's rare to find such a good breakfast shop owner. It would be even better if he wasn't sent by the government. Mo Xuanji thought silently. He quietly calculated the time in his mind and couldn't help but sigh at the efficiency of the government. It only took a few hours to find where he was.

If I guessed correctly, not only this boss, but also the bosses of other breakfast stalls and diners were probably sent by the government. After all, it was almost seven o'clock, which office worker could sit here leisurely and eat breakfast? Don't think he didn't notice the subtle gazes of these people!

"Your wontons are ready. Do you want to take them away or eat them here?" At this time, the boss didn't know that his identity had been exposed, and he was still playing the role of a qualified breakfast stall owner.

"Take it away." He couldn't eat it under so many people's attention. He wasn't that arrogant yet.

"Okay."

Mo Xuanji took his breakfast back. Unexpectedly, the system didn't nag him about his image this time.

Back in the shop, Mo Xuanji opened the wonton and picked up a wonton with chopsticks.

“……” He looked at the wontons, a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Xuanji put down his chopsticks, his expression blank: "I can't eat it."

It wasn't the kind of situation where you couldn't eat because you were not hungry. The food smelled delicious, but when it was in front of your mouth, you just couldn't swallow it. Mo Xuanji forced himself to take a bite, and a strong feeling of nausea came over him. He quickly picked up the teacup and took a few sips. He couldn't help coughing, and the corners of his eyes turned slightly red under the stimulation of physiological saline.

"Ahem... Could it be that this vest has the attribute of not being interested in worldly matters?" He could drink the tea, but he couldn't eat the wontons.

"That shouldn't be the case... I made this doll based on a real life form. It can't be unable to eat." The system fell into deep thought. It scanned it back and forth several times, but found no problems.

In the end, the entire breakfast went into Liuliu's stomach.

The sun slowly climbed to the highest point in the sky.

Yuheng sat aside, bored, looking at the bamboo slips. The wind chimes rang softly, making a crisp sound. The noise outside rushed into the store along with the sound of the door being pushed open.

The visitor was a little girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She looked around the antique shop curiously, and when she saw the person sitting at the counter, her eyes lit up.

Oh my god! This store manager looks just like my wife! Fang Ying's eyes widened.

Yuheng felt a little uneasy when she looked at him, but she still maintained a gentle smile: "Little girl, is there anything you need?"

Fang Ying hesitated for a moment, then took out a small cloth bag from her schoolbag and placed it on the counter.

"Well... I accidentally broke my dad's antique. Can you find one that looks similar? Please, the price is negotiable!" Fang Ying put her hands together, her face full of sincerity. Her dad treasured this thing the most and would touch it every night before going to bed. If he found out that the antique was broken, he would be so angry.

Yuheng opened the cloth bag. Inside was a palm-sized bronze mirror. The mirror was exquisitely crafted, with traces of history all over it. As a bronze product, it was broken in two in the most unlikely way. The fracture was smooth, as if it had been cut by something sharp. By the way, there was still some glue left on it that had not been completely removed. It seemed that the little girl had tried her best to repair it.

Fang Ying saw the shop owner pick up the bronze mirror, and his gentle smile gradually gave way to a serious expression. She couldn't help but feel a little panicked. The shop manager had a very gentle demeanor, but when he had a straight face and no expression, he was scarier than the dean of studies.

"This is a defensive spiritual weapon that can withstand a fatal attack. The protective effect has been triggered, and the child may have been attacked without knowing it." The system spoke.

Could it be weird? Yuheng calmly put the bronze mirror back on the table.

"I don't have any antiques like it here." As soon as she said this, the girl's face was almost dejected. "It's not that I can't repair it." The light in the girl's eyes lit up again.

A smile flashed across Yuheng's eyes: "I need to know where this thing was damaged and how it was damaged."

"Uh, what does this have to do with repairing it?" Fang Ying was a little confused.

Yu Heng opened his fan with a "wow" sound and said, "To be honest, I am a sorcerer. Once I know the cause and effect of an object being broken, I can restore it to its original state."

"That's amazing!" The middle school girl completely believed his nonsense. "This is what happened..."

Fang Ying had a very good friend who was sick and had not been to school for several days. She was really worried about her friend, so she took advantage of the two days off to visit her at her home.

I remembered that my friend had always been interested in this bronze mirror, and my dad was away on a business trip. I thought that my friend might be happy when he saw it and his illness would get better faster, so I took it with me.

Unexpectedly, just as she walked to her friend's house, she had a series of bad luck, falling down and being hit by things, but luckily she was safe. In a panic, the small cloth bag containing the mirror fell to the ground, and when she picked it up, she found that the mirror was broken.

"My friend lives in Qingshui neighborhood... I was very scared at the time, so I ran home. I tried many ways to glue it up but failed." Fang Ying looked scared. She hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Manager, tell me... am I entangled by something dirty?"

"Where does the scientific society come from?"

Fang Ying showed the same half-moon eyes as Conan: "But the existence of Jianghu sorcerers is not scientific, right?"

"This is quantum mechanics. The law of quantum entanglement induces resonance between the cross sections, thus restoring them to their original state." This is clearly nonsense. Fang Ying became more and more dizzy as she listened, and the expression on her face switched back and forth between "Are you kidding me?" and "Ah, really?"

Yu Heng suppressed his laughter and picked up the two pieces of bronze mirror: "Okay, I know the whole story. Now I will go and fix it. Please wait here for a moment."

"Okay." Fang Ying nodded blankly.

Yuheng walked into the study. Because of the screen, people outside could not directly see the inside of the study. Liuliu pretended to be an ordinary pet bird, responsible for attracting the little girl's attention.

"It's a good time to try out the restoration spell I just learned." Yu Heng pinched his fingers with one hand, and under the effect of the spell, the two pieces of the bronze mirror merged into one, returning to their original complete appearance. To be cautious, he stayed in the study for a while longer.

When he came out, Fang Ying had already become familiar with Liuliu and was having a great time. Yuheng returned the mirror to her: "It's fixed. Remember not to bend it hard in a short period of time, put it aside for a few days first."

Fang Ying happily took the mirror and looked at it over and over again: "Amazing, there's not a single trace! It'll take a few days... Manager, did you use some magic glue to stick it on?"

“It’s quantum mechanics.”

"Hey, if you say it is, then it is. Manager, how much will it cost to repair it?" Fang Ying said as she took out her small wallet.

"No money required." Yuheng said as he picked up the teacup beside him.

"Eh? Really? Really?"

"You have already paid me." A message that seems to be related to weirdness.