[Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Obtaining the Divine Bowl]
Cheng Liyan was speechless for a moment.
He took a step forward and grabbed Shen Yuyao's sleeve, trying to make his voice softer.
I said to her, "We are about to check our tickets, so we need to get ready to go to the station. The food on the train is better, I will buy you some buns when we get on the train."
But Shen Yuyao remained unmoved.
She even lost her previous timidity, and pulled Cheng Liyan back and pointed at the old woman again, insisting: "I want this, you buy it for me."
After saying this, she seemed to finally realize that this was inappropriate.
She bit her lip, looked up at Cheng Liyan, gave him a flattering smile with grievance, and said, "I'll return the money to you later."
Her voice was soft and gentle, but her attitude was extremely firm.
It seemed as if he would never give up unless Cheng Liyan agreed to her request.
Cheng Liyan took another deep breath.
He looked at the old woman sitting there and asked, "Grandma, can you sell these two nests to me?"
"It's a bowl. I want a bowl." Shen Yuyao corrected from the side.
Cheng Liyan paused for a moment and said, "And the bowl. Can I give you 20 cents for the bowl and the nest?"
When the people watching nearby heard that Cheng Liyan was willing to spend two cents to buy this broken bowl and two black-flour steamed buns, they immediately cried out in shock.
The look he gave the old woman was filled with envy.
Nowadays, a large meat bun weighing two taels only costs ten cents. How can this black steamed bread with bran flour be worth so much?
But the old woman rolled her eyes and said with a sigh: "I can't sell it. This bowl is an heirloom in my family. I can't sell it for more than 20 cents. No, no, no!"
She could see that the two people in front of her were not short of money.
This young woman looks just like the daughter of a wealthy family in the past.
If you don't kill people like this, you will never have this chance again!
Hearing that she actually raised the price, a middle-aged woman nearby spat, "You're talking nonsense. This broken bowl is only one cent each at the supply and marketing cooperative. Who would you expect not to know that?"
After that, she looked at Cheng Liyan and said, "Comrade soldier, don't be fooled by this old woman!"
How could Cheng Liyan not know that the old woman was raising the price?
But when he looked at Shen Yuyao who was holding his sleeve with a determined look on her face, he felt helpless.
He took out fifty cents from his shirt pocket and stuffed it into the old woman's hand, took the bowl and the dumplings in it, and dragged Shen Yuyao away.
The old woman wanted to yell at first, but when she saw the newly saved fifty-cent bills, her eyes narrowed with joy.
I just feel like I'm really lucky today!
Shen Yuyao also felt that she was lucky.
She stuffed the two dumplings into Cheng Liyan's hands with disgust, and then hugged the bowl tightly to her chest.
She felt very reassured to be able to see the artifacts of their Wushuang country here, even if it was just a porcelain bowl used by ordinary people.
This made her feel that she was not without a place to come from, and not a helpless soul.
Because Cheng Liyan was out on a mission this time, he bought two sleeper compartment tickets.
A compartment can accommodate four people, and there was no one else in the compartment when they got on the bus.
Cheng Liyan always remembered Shen Yuyao's eyes full of longing when she looked at those two kids.
Not surprising when you think about it.
Because of what happened in the morning, they were kicked out by their aunt and uncle without having breakfast. This woman probably didn't eat anything last night.
How could she not be hungry after not having eaten for two meals in a row and having walked such a long way?
So after settling Shen Yuyao down, Cheng Liyan went out to the dining car to buy food.
There was no one in the box, so Shen Yuyao climbed to the upper bunk as Cheng Liyan taught her.
It was quiet all around, and she finally put down the bowl she had been holding.
Shen Yuyao placed the bowl on her lap, and touched the Pisces pattern that was unique to their Wushuang country. She couldn't help but shed tears.
She felt extremely wronged. She had only gone to a banquet in the palace, but who had she offended that she was pushed into the lake?
Shen Yuyao still remembers the biting cold of the lake water and the feeling of suffocation...
Shen Yuyao was so busy reminiscing about the past that she didn't even notice when her tears fell into the porcelain bowl.
Suddenly, the porcelain bowl seemed to vibrate and make a slight sound.
Shen Yuyao looked down, and then her eyes suddenly widened!
She saw that there were two more pieces of Yurong Su in the porcelain bowl that was empty just now...?
Shen Yuyao couldn't believe what she saw at all, and she blinked hard.
But the pastry in the bowl was indeed Yurong Pastry, her favorite dessert.
Even the red marks on the biscuits were the patterns she had drawn herself when she was in a good mood.
Shen Yuyao was so shocked that her hands were shaking.
With trembling hands, she took out the Yurong pastry, wanting to see if it was real.
At this moment, two more golden thread cakes appeared in the empty bowl!
It's her favorite snack again.
Shen Yuyao's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she quickly took out the golden thread cake.
Sure enough, this time there were two buns filled with minced chicken and bamboo shoots.
Shen Yuyao could no longer hold back her tears, and they burst out once again!
"Mother!" she sobbed softly.
Shen Yuyao took the buns out of the bowl as well, wanting to see what else would come out of it.
This time, what she was waiting for was not snacks from home, but a letter.
Or rather, a eulogy.
The eulogy written by my mother for her.
Looking at A Niang's familiar handwriting and the words filled with blood and tears, Shen Yuyao couldn't stop crying.
She quickly grabbed the original owner's small bag that was placed aside and searched desperately inside.
Just as I remembered, there was a small notebook and a pencil in the bag.
Because of her body memory, Shen Yuyao quickly got used to writing with such paper and pen.
She quickly wrote a sentence: Mother, I am still alive, just in another place.
Shen Yuyao was just about to write down her experiences of the day and tell her mother when she suddenly heard footsteps outside.
The footsteps were getting closer.
She was so scared that she quickly tore the paper from the notebook and threw it into the porcelain bowl. Then she hurriedly wrapped the fallen food in a handkerchief and stuffed it into her bag.
She had just finished doing all this when the door of the box opened and Cheng Liyan walked in.
As soon as Cheng Liyan entered the box, he saw Shen Yuyao sitting on the upper bunk, still sobbing.
I saw that her nose was red and her eyes were swollen from crying, and she looked extremely cute with tears in her eyes.
It made his heart skip a beat.
Cheng Liyan immediately looked away, put the enamel pot in his hand on the middle of the table, and then ordered the person on the table in a calm voice: "Come down to eat."
Shen Yuyao climbed down from the upper bunk obediently.
But they didn't notice that while they were talking, the piece of paper thrown into the porcelain bowl had disappeared.
At the same time, Mrs. Shen, who was kneeling alone in the Buddhist temple to mourn her deceased daughter, stared straight at the altar in front of her, looking at the three empty porcelain plates on it!
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