CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 45: DESCENDANTS OF THE QIAO FAMILY

When Yan Wuxu told Su Ziceng that there were valuable antiques in Zone 1, Su Ziceng laughed. Boss Han, who was driving intently in the front seat, also laughed along.

Everyone in Mo City knew that Zone 1 had valuable antiques. Besides the Wen family and Qiu Family, two antique-level old families, Mo City’s museum was also located in Zone 1.

"Anything that’s worth money or not, as long as it’s displayed in the museum, it’s the real deal," this was one of the many pieces of wisdom that Su Qingzhang had taught Su Ziceng.

Seeing that both Su Ziceng and Brother Han didn’t believe him, Yan Wuxu became anxious, pointing outside the window, "Don’t disbelieve, I have received a tip that there are hidden treasures in the south of the city."

When it came to receiving a tip, Su Ziceng recalled a classroom during a Mysticism exam where a female student threw a Copper Coin that landed in the seam of a straw mat. The same student had just prayed for a marriage match, and Yuhua’s God Stick asserted that she would never be able to get married, which caused the female student to burst into tears on the spot.

He then thought about how Yan Wuxu managed to wait downstairs of the teaching building - it must have been after consulting Yuhua’s God Stick for a divination, and now using the so-called "Heavenly Secret" to hunt for treasure. Another poor soul deeply poisoned by feudal superstition, Su Ziceng thought to himself when he saw the standing Copper Coin, wanting to tell the female student not only would she get married, but she would also marry a well-known plastic surgeon. However, considering that the surgeon was the one who had performed multiple failed plastic surgeries on him before his rebirth, Su Ziceng chose to remain silent.

"No, no, it wasn’t the master who said it," Yan Wuxu quickly denied as if protesting too much gave himself away. Boss Han, having reheard the various deeds of Yuhua’s God Stick from Su Ziceng, decisively drove towards Fourth District.

Su Qingzhang had only met Mrs. Yan once, and it was during Yan Wuxu’s wedding that they had encountered each other. Feeling somewhat uneasy in front of this mother-in-law who was a few years his junior, after buying a finely decorated apartment in Fourth District, Su Qingzhang never accompanied Yan Wuxu to visit Mrs. Yan again. It was usually Su Ziceng who accompanied Yan Wuxu on her visits, and only after hiring Brother Han as the driver did Yan Wuxu’s visits become more frequent.

Yan Wuxu’s younger siblings, who were upstairs, saw the car arriving. The whole family happily sat in the newly air-conditioned room, waiting for their sister and the others to come up.

Seeing the hot weather, Mrs. Yan served some mung bean soup to quench everyone’s thirst. Yan Wuxu frowned upon receiving the mung bean soup, picking fault, "Mom, you’re too stingy to turn on the fridge again. In such hot weather, you won’t even add some ice cubes to the soup." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan couldn’t stop nagging, "Going back and forth will use a lot of electricity. We’re used to saving. Last month, the electricity bill came to a shock. A total of two hundred yuan; it’s more than what we usually spend in a whole year. If it hadn’t been for Wuxu coming back today, Mrs. Yan wouldn’t have turned on the air conditioning in the living room, usually just settling for a fan for the kids at home."

"Haven’t I been giving you living expenses?" Yan Wuxu, drinking the cooling mung bean soup, couldn’t help feeling irritated. She moved the bowl that felt uncomfortable to hold, and upon closer inspection, she realized it was a bowl brought over from Sixth District. She pushed the mung bean soup aside on the dining table, "This bowl even has a chip; how can you use it to serve guests?"

Luckily it was Ziceng and Brother Han who came today; if it were someone else, who knows how embarrassing that could have been.

"No, I think this bowl looks pretty good," Su Ziceng sweet-talked as he turned the bowl around, then suddenly his eyes fixed, "Auntie, where did this bowl come from?"

Yan Wuxu, annoyed with the talk about bowls, stood up, ready to throw away the several empty bowls that had been chipped in several places.

"Wait," Su Ziceng collected the chipped bowls back, not even waiting to clean them, and shook them in front of Yan Wuxu, "Take a good look, doesn’t it look familiar?"

Of course, these bowls were familiar to Yan Wuxu, having eaten from them for over a decade. But she still looked around them following Su Ziceng’s instructions. Unlike ordinary porcelain bowls, the Yan Family’s bowls weren’t the currently popular factory brand nor did they carry a "Jingdezhen manufactured" stamp. Instead, they had a character seal-style relief engraving.