Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 1245: Getting More and More Absurd

Chapter 1245: Chapter 1245: Getting More and More Absurd

"Is this thing really that valuable?" Qin Jian didn’t know much about jade, but he simply felt that since it was a family heirloom, it shouldn’t be sold carelessly.

"I’m not sure either, but from his expression, it looked like he saw something good. Oh, and also, yesterday I was followed by a strange woman, whom I also met at the Jade Store. At that time, her eyes lit up when she saw the bracelet." An Hao briefly explained the situation of the previous day to Qin Jian.

"There’s something like that happening?"

"Of course." An Hao couldn’t figure out the identity of that woman, but she always had a covetous eye on the bracelet, which felt quite unsettling.

"Be more careful when you go out from now on. If necessary, find someone to accompany you," Qin Jian’s primary concern was always An Hao’s safety.

"That’s not a problem." An Hao’s attention was entirely on the bracelet and the woman at this moment. She thought for a while and asked Qin Jian, "What did your ancestors do? Were they wealthy, or did someone in your family hold an official position?"

"What’s up?" Qin Jian smiled, raised his hand to pinch her increasingly chubby cheek, "Are you planning to dig for treasures in the Qin Family?"

"Not at all." An Hao glared at him, "Look at how poor the Qin Family is now, do they look like a rich family? According to your foster mother, it was passed down by your grandmother’s grandmother, so I’m very curious about the original origin of this bracelet!"

"We’ll have to ask my father to know that. If you are really curious, I’ll help you ask when we meet him," Qin Jian said softly while holding An Hao, "Let’s not think about it now. Mom’s meal is almost ready, let’s go down and wash our hands for dinner."

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Li Junping and Qin Fen got home in the evening.

Qin Ru Hai was chopping wood in the yard, splitting each round tree branch into neat pieces of firewood with an axe, stacking them neatly aside for later use in cooking.

"Is dinner ready?" Li Junping asked Qin Ru Hai as soon as she entered.

"It’s ready." Qin Ru Hai stopped his work, casually picked up the large tobacco pipe hanging from the grape trellis in the yard, added some tobacco leaves, lit it, and took a few puffs while squatting in the yard before asking, "Did you go for a check-up? What did the doctor say? Is there a cure for Qin Fen’s illness?"

"The doctor prescribed some medicine. Told us to take it every day, and we might need to see a psychologist sometime. I don’t even know what that new-fangled thing is." After finishing, Li Junping ducked into the kitchen.

A large iron pot on the stove was bubbling with vegetable broth and salted rice. A few steamed buns were warming on the grate in the pot; she grabbed two, covered the pot, and walked out, handing one to Qin Fen.

"Hurry and eat. You haven’t eaten all day."

Qin Fen had been listless since coming home, speaking not a word, and just slumped down on a stool, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Qin Ru Hai glanced at his son, and seeing him in this state, he really didn’t want to say another word, just kept his head down and continued smoking.

Seeing her son wave away the bun, Li Junping didn’t bother with him either, and just sat down on the doorstep, tore open a bun, and began wolfing it down.

She was eating so voraciously that before even swallowing one bite, she took another big one, struggling to get the dry bun down, and Li Junping choked, stretching her neck.

Seeing his wife’s eating style, Qin Ru Hai couldn’t help but say, "How can you get sloppier as you get older? Even eating a bun can choke you! Are you escaping famine? Or have you fallen on hard times? Can’t you be a bit more refined?"