Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Before long, Fatty Wang arrived at his door. From afar, he saw four door gods loitering at his door. He quickly opened the door, led the people into his house, put out the vegetables and meat, turned on the TV, took out a lot of fruit from his pocket, washed it, put it in a fruit plate and handed it to the group, and then went into the kitchen.

The meat he bought today contains a lot of substantial dishes that need to be stewed for several hours, so stewing it first is the best course of action. Therefore, after Qin Henian, Wu Xie, Zhang Qilin, and Hei Xiazi entered Wang Pangzi's house, they were thrown into the living room to sit and watch TV.

"Don't hurt Xiao Rang, hurt me instead!"

On the TV, "Iron Armor School Treasure" was playing, and Kabuda on the screen was also transforming. He even said a very cringeworthy line, which made Qin Henian, sitting on the big sofa in the middle of the living room, starry-eyed. He was totally hooked.

"Hey mute, how about we wander around a bit?"

Blackie doesn't want to watch the kids' channel!!!

Hei Xiazi's meaning was already quite clear, and the conversation took place with someone sitting on the other side of Qin Henian.

"Do not"

Zhang Qilin rejected Hei Xiazi's suggestion with cold, unforgiving words, but his upper body remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the TV screen opposite him, watching the "Iron Armor School Treasure" program.

If someone were to observe Zhang Qilin closely from the front, they would notice that he is currently very focused, engrossed in the drama on television, with piercing eyes.

"Little Qilin, do you think they can find the Peace Star?"

While watching the television screen, Qin Henian suddenly asked Zhang Qilin, who was also watching intently, a question.

"can!"

"..."

"must!"

Zhang Qilin first indicated that finding the Peace Star in the storyline would be successful, then paused to make his statement more certain, and nodded to confirm.

"It's not necessarily true that a blind person can tell. It's obvious that Xiao Rang made a mistake in this episode and didn't leave the school. He probably won't be able to collect the Peace Star until the next episode."

Hei Xiazi offered a different opinion.

"That's possible; the blind man might have a point."

Qin Henian expressed his agreement.

"But as long as the ultimate goal is the same, we can still collect the Peace Star."

Wu Xie said he had seen through the essence of the plot.

Time passed slowly, and suddenly a wonderful aroma wafted from the kitchen. The enticing smell of food was brought out by Fatty Wang and placed in the dining room next to the kitchen, featuring chicken, duck, fish, and meat...

"Dinner's ready! Guys, stop watching TV and come over to try Fatty's cooking."

After extinguishing the fire in the kitchen, Fatty Wang carried the yellowish-white fish soup he had been cooking for half an hour to the dining table. He called for people while setting the plate, his eyes full of confidence.

After everyone sat down at the table, each person had a bowl of white rice in front of them, and they stared intently at Fatty Wang, who was sitting in the main seat.

When eating at someone's home, if the host doesn't start eating, they naturally feel obligated to do so.

"Alright, alright, don't act like this at Fatty's house. Make yourselves at home and start eating!"

Looking at the table full of his masterpieces, Fatty Wang certainly wouldn't just wait around; he immediately invited everyone to eat together.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Fatty, your cooking skills are still a bit inferior to mine. You need to practice more."

"But seeing how hard you've worked, I'll make do... Oh, right, I remember the blind man's steward put some wine in there?"

He picked up a piece of pork rib with a pair of wooden chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He chewed it and thought it tasted pretty good, but he still said something sarcastic to Fatty Wang.

"Want some wine? I'll go find some. I remember a few years ago I acquired a few peach blossom-patterned jade porcelain wine cups. You can take a look! Eating meat and vegetables without a little wine just doesn't taste right~"

Wang Pangzi had gotten used to Hei Xiazi's way of speaking over time. He rolled his eyes, got up, and prepared to get the wine and his small wine cup, ready to brag about it at the dinner table later.

"Peach blossom green? Which dynasty is that from?"

Qin Henian's favorite flower is the peach blossom. The petals are pink and tender, with a pinkish-red gradient in the center, and the stamens are covered with yellow powder. Every time the peach blossoms bloom, there is a faint fragrance. Not to mention that the peach blossoms are very beautiful and Qin Henian loves them, the peach blossoms can also bear big, sweet peaches. Both the flowers and the fruit can be used to make many delicious foods. Moreover, the peach blossom mountains that he has seen are full of charm just by looking at them.

"It came from a kiln during the Qianlong period. Back then, an old gentleman who had returned from overseas brought it to Fatty's shop to exchange for money. Fatty still remembers that old gentleman who wanted to exchange this peach blossom cup for money to help his son get married and buy a house. Hehe, Fatty made a lot of money back then, it was truly a great bargain!"

"Hey guys, guess how much I made back then?"

Fatty Wang was quick to find things. As a middle-aged man who was quite organized, he quickly took out a peach-shaped flower cup from the darkroom in his bedroom and began to show it off.

"Fifty or sixty thousand?"

Qin Henian blinked his phoenix eyes and made a random guess.

"No! No! No! He Nian, guess again?"

When Fatty Wang saw that someone was cooperating with him, he quickly raised his right index finger and waved it in the air, then shook his head.

"You didn't even make fifty or sixty thousand? No way, I checked your peach blossom cup, it's genuine!"

Qin Henian frowned. The peach blossom cup was indeed exquisite and beautiful, but it wasn't very old, only from the Qianlong period. It shouldn't be too expensive...

He remembered that he had several large bronze tripods from the Western Zhou Dynasty, as well as many flower hairpins from the Han Dynasty and large crowns from the Tang and Song Dynasties, all of which should be older than this peach blossom cup. Could it be that people in modern times are all so poor?

"No, no, no!! He Nian, you're overthinking it. What I mean is that you're underestimating it!"

"Back then, just a few years ago, I spent most of my life savings to buy this peach blossom cup. There were two matching ones, but the other two were not as good as this one, so I put them away."

Seeing Qin Henian deep in thought, Fatty Wang suddenly had a flash of inspiration... he seemed to realize the other man was quite wealthy... oh no! He'd overdone it in front of a rich man...

"How much money would you make from this peach blossom cup now? I mean, if you were to sell it."

Qin Henian was very rich, so... he asked Fatty Wang this question out of curiosity.

"Right now... right now it depends on the market price. If you go to the black market, you definitely won't make much money. If you leave it in the shop, you might find a sucker willing to pay a high price."

Fatty Wang didn't say exactly how much he could sell this thing for, but he said he wouldn't lose money.

Either the seller or the buyer has to make a profit, so why can't it be that Fatty Wang makes a fortune?

"Alright, you two, stop talking about this. Are you still going to drink? The food will get cold if you don't."

Wu Xie interrupted the spellcasting...

"Yes, yes, my dear Henian, if you don't pick up the roast chicken in your bowl soon, Dumb Zhang will take it all. Don't blame me if you don't get any then!"

Wu Xie and the other two sat at the dinner table listening to their conversation. As soon as one segment ended, fearing the topic would drift further away, they quickly interrupted each other with their own words.

"Have a meal!"

A clear, cold voice and a sharp, shrill tone entered Qin Henian's left and right ears respectively. He quickly stopped talking, put his thoughts back on the table in front of him, looked at the bowl of rice that hadn't been filled yet, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly stood up, walked to Wang Pangzi's side, bent down, picked up an unopened bottle of wine, and returned to his own table.

With a little force, he unscrewed the bottle cap, flipped the bottle over, and poured the wine into his bowl.

The aroma of the wine, like the blazing sun in autumn, was intoxicating. With his slender hands, he held the rim of the bowl close to his pink lips, and put the slightly cool porcelain bowl in his mouth. Qin Henian recalled Zhao Zheng's bold way of drinking back then, and imitated him, tilting his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and gulping down the wine in the bowl into his throat.