Yuan Tingchuan frowned and said, "Is your information accurate? Do you know who he is?"
Du Ruo sighed helplessly.
"I only know that some people call him Mr. John. I infer that he should be working in a museum now. What does he look like? I'm not sure how old he is."
In her previous life, she only took a quick look at the news and didn't pay much attention to it. How could she know so many details?
"Mr. John"? Where can I find him? It seems I'll have to search for him.
Du Ruo said optimistically, "If I can't find it, then forget it. Maybe if I go around the antique market more often, I'll find something that Mr. Charles likes."
The two children ran over to their parents with a tray of barbecue, as happy as if they were holding a plate of treasure.
"I baked this one, and Xiaozhe baked that one."
"Yes, yes, the prettier one is the one I baked. The ones you baked are all black."
The two unscrupulous parents looked at each other, and Yuan Tingchuan smiled: "Dad is not hungry, you two can eat."
Du Ruo touched the two children's heads and said with a smile, "Eat less." They will probably get a stomachache soon.
Ling Yun, who followed behind, was not happy. The three of them had worked so hard to make this, and now they were giving it away for free and still complaining about it?
He put his arms around the two children's shoulders, raised his head, and said, "We'll eat it ourselves. If they don't want it, forget it."
The three of them sat aside and ate skewers with great interest, while the two unscrupulous parents were muttering to themselves.
"Is this okay? Won't we have to take him to the hospital soon?"
"It's okay, at most I'll just get an upset stomach. How can I learn anything without being taught a lesson?"
"What's with your heart? Don't you have much conscience?"
"Do you have a lot?"
The two looked at each other, neither of them having much conscience.
In the middle of the night, the house was brightly lit. Ling Yun and the two little ones had stomach upsets, and they took turns running to the bathroom. The two unscrupulous parents sat on the sofa and drank tea.
Yu Min was so anxious that he was spinning around. He said to Du Ruo, "Do we need to go to the hospital? Don't let it cause dehydration."
Yuan Tingchuan glanced at his watch and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't matter. After they took the medicine, the number of times they went to the bathroom decreased significantly. I'm watching the time. It's okay."
Yu Min looked at the two people with a blaming look and said, "What's going on? Didn't you stop them?"
Du Ruo spread his hands and said, "We didn't know there was a problem, did we? Just because we didn't eat it and didn't get hurt, it doesn't mean we are guilty."
Yu Min looked at the two people with suspicion. She now had some understanding of these two people. Did they really not know?
"He's my own son. How could I hurt him on purpose?" He just didn't stop him.
Yu Min nodded. This was the truth. These two people usually loved their children very much, so it shouldn't be that serious.
Ling Yun fell weakly on the sofa, pointing at Du Ruo and said, "Ruoruo, you are so heartless. You knew that what we were baking was not right, and you didn't stop me?"
"You knew what you baked was not right, and you still gave it to me?"
"I don't know?"
“So I don’t know.”
Lingyun...
The two little guys came out of the bathroom, lay down beside Ling Yun, and said weakly: "My dad is right, professional things should be done by professionals. Next time, let's not grill, but eat what others have grilled."
Yuan Tingchuan gave the two little guys a teachable look. You see, only when you feel pain can you learn a lesson.
Isn’t that clear?
Early the next morning, when Du Ruo and Yuan Tingchuan were planning to go to the Antique City, Ling Yun and the two little ones were catching up on their sleep. They were sleeping so soundly that they couldn't be woken up even if they were called.
Du Ruo quietly walked to the bedside and touched the heads of the two children. Their body temperatures were normal and they were sleeping soundly. It seemed that nothing was wrong.
She quietly closed the door and gestured to Yuan Tingchuan to indicate that nothing was wrong.
Yuan Tingchuan nodded with relief, turned around and walked out. As long as everything was okay, I'm glad.
Du Ruo went to the kitchen and said to Min, "Sister, please prepare some light meals for them. Don't give them porridge or milk. Boil a few eggs. They will help with upset stomachs."
Yu Min nodded: "The eggs are cooked. I'll mix some vegetables. Will you come back for lunch?"
Du Ruo shook his head, gestured goodbye, turned around and walked out.
Yuan Tingchuan held the steering wheel with his hands, rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and endured it without moving.
Du Ruo noticed his actions, smiled, took out a candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"Smoke less. We'll have to support each other when we walk in the future."
Yuan Tingchuan smiled. It would be great to grow old together.
“In troubled times, buy gold; in prosperous times, collect antiques.” Within a year or two, Antique Street had expanded by two more blocks, doubling its original size. So many bicycles and cars were parked along the street that their car couldn’t even get past.
After parking the car at the side of the alley across the street, the two men got out and walked slowly across.
There are many more shops on the street, including dozens of snack bars and many more small convenience stores. There are also many people making phone calls in the telephone booths on the street, and shops selling lighters and cigarettes can be seen everywhere.
It seems that the expansion of Antique Street has also boosted the surrounding economy, but it is too messy and will need to be rectified sooner or later.
As soon as the two men walked into the alley, they saw that the stalls on the periphery had already been set up. Many idle people came to shop, and most of the items sold here were small items.
There were various Buddhist beads bracelets, exquisite lighters, waist knives, and even ticklers, which made Du Ruo laugh. Are these also considered antiques?
Yuan Tingchuan was quite calm. He must have been busy for a while and finally relaxed. He seemed very relaxed today. He even squatted in front of the stall with interest, picking up small things one by one and looking at them.
It was early in the morning, and the young shopkeeper was in no hurry to sell anything. He was munching on a flatbread, mumbling, "Brother, if you like any of these, just tell me. I haven't even started yet this morning. I'll give you a special price, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Yuan Tingchuan didn't answer. He handed a bamboo sculpture to Du Ruo and said, "Take a look."
"It doesn't look like the Jinling School of bamboo carving. Is it the Jiading School? It doesn't look like it either."
"This is the ground-removed relief method, a technique created by the descendants of the Jiading School in the Qing Dynasty. It is considered a type of shallow relief technique. The raised parts are relatively shallow, also known as thin-ground positive text. It is similar to the "ground-reduced method" used in Han Dynasty stone reliefs. This type of relief is quite difficult. The craftsman's skills are good, and I'd like to see it if I have the chance."
In other words, this is a modern artifact, and the sculptor is still alive? But the craftsmanship is very good, and the product is very well made.
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