The old man was stunned for a moment before he finally made way for the two of them. "If you want to see, come in and take a look. There's really nothing valuable."
Ye Feng did not say much. He brought Zhuang Xiaojiao into the courtyard.
The yard was not big, with a total area of about 100 square meters. There were also some vegetables planted in the yard.
There was a dog tied to the southwest corner of the courtyard. When it saw a stranger enter, it immediately barked wildly.
The old man hurriedly went forward and berated the dog before it stopped.
Ye Feng first pretended to look around the courtyard for a while, then he pretended to look at the ceramic bowl that was used to store the dog food.
"This basin…"
When the old man heard his question, he immediately introduced, "This dog food bowl has been around for many years. It has been used to hold dog food since I was young. Is this also an antique?"
