Jiang Xingye's hand paused, and he didn't recover for a long time, then said dejectedly, "No!"
The old man clicked his tongue and fell silent.
Jiang Xingye didn't touch the braised pork, and after mixing soup with rice and finishing it, he closed up all the lunch boxes and quietly waited outside.
Xu Qinghuan searched aimlessly inside, thinking she might discover a gem by chance.
All those protagonists in time-travel stories found treasures in recycling stations — why shouldn't she find anything after traveling through time?
Unfair is just unfair. Xu Qinghuan wasn't one to be bothered. She thought she'd try her luck, and if fate wasn't on her side, she wouldn't force it.
In a corner, there was a stack of bowls and plates. Xu Qinghuan opened them one by one, none of them was an antique.
