After returning to the hotel, Cheng Fei'er stared blankly at the vat of pickled vegetables. "I really don't understand. Do you like pickled vegetables that much?"
Ye Feng glared at her. "I told you to study more, but you insisted on feeding the pigs."
"Did I buy pickles? I bought a pickled vegetable vat... Bah, I bought this blue and white flower vat."
Cheng Fei'er stared at the vat again. "It's just a broken vat. What's so special about it?"
"Broken vat?" Ye Feng felt as if his tail had been stepped on. "This is the authentic dragon-patterned blue flower vat, it is a priceless treasure, alright?"
Cheng Fei'er couldn't help but twitch her lips. "Tsk, why does everything become a treasure in your mouth? Don't lie to me."
Ye Feng touched the smooth surface of the vat. "If I lied to you, would I have pickled vegetables to eat? To tell you the truth, this vat is worth at least 70 million."
