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Two minutes passed, and the garbage bag remained still. Hanno lifted the bag and, stroking his chin, deduced, "It seems this isn't a matter of timing but rather a matter of item selection. It appears that only food can pass through the time-space portal in the Porcelain Jar."
To test this theory, Hanno gathered several items for experimentation: a used tissue was thrown in but did not disappear; a clean sheet of paper was tossed in and vanished; a handful of rice disappeared; a steamed bun also vanished; apple peels were discarded but remained; an entire apple was thrown in and disappeared; a beverage bottle, stripped of its packaging to leave only the cap and plastic body, vanished; yet just the cap and bottle body alone did not disappear.
Hanno experimented with many types of items and discovered the rules governing the Porcelain Jar: electrical appliances and products made with advanced technology, whether good or defective, would not disappear; small objects and daily necessities like beverage bottles and white paper could only vanish if they were intact; damaged or unusable items could not disappear; food that was edible would vanish, although some of it consisted of items modern people typically do not consume, such as celery leaves, lettuce skins, and eggplant skins; inedible ingredients did not disappear. Other possibilities had yet to be tested.
"You’re just a trash can, yet you’re so picky," Hanno said while squatting next to the Porcelain Jar, poking at its surface.
The Porcelain Jar remained silent.
After testing some of the Porcelain Jar's functions, Hanno found it fascinating but understood that he wouldn't uncover all its secrets in a short time. He shifted his focus away from the jar. With the garbage that couldn't be transported away in hand, he changed his shoes and prepared to head downstairs to dispose of it. As he opened the door, he bumped into Han Dad and Mom Han, who were just about to unlock it.
"Weren't you supposed to have thrown out the garbage this morning?" Mom Han asked, looking curiously at the garbage bag Hanno was holding.
Hanno chuckled awkwardly. "I was tidying up my room earlier and found some more trash to throw away."
"Go on then," Mom Han said as she watched her daughter dart into the elevator. Her brows furrowed with concern as she asked, "Do you think the 'garbage' our daughter is throwing away has anything to do with that person?"
Han Dad replied, "Isn't that a good thing? If she can throw away things related to that person, it means she’s moving on."
Mom Han nodded at this. "That's good. I don’t want our daughter to keep thinking about her ex-boyfriend. I hope she finds a good man soon so they can get married and give us grandchildren."
When Hanno decides to get married, she naturally plans to inform her parents. However, she doesn't provide detailed information about her partner's name or family background. She intends to bring Wei Feng home to meet them so he can explain everything himself but never anticipated that Wei Feng would not return. After Hanno returned alone to D City, Han Dad and Mom Han assumed their daughter had broken up with her boyfriend and was heartbroken over it, which is why she came back. They hesitated to ask about her love life or pressure her into dating again. Little did they know that their daughter had suffered an even greater blow—her fiancé had not merely broken up with her but had gone missing or even died—and she refused to accept this reality.
"Han Dad said, 'Find a chance to introduce her to some good ones.'
Mom Han immediately beamed with joy. 'Leave it to me. I have some good resources among my old friends, and I will definitely pick one that suits both my daughter’s taste and our preferences.'
...
Li Zhoule woke up early in the morning and, as expected, found her younger brother once again guarding the Porcelain Jar. However, today, Li Yishu's face was not adorned with a happy smile but rather an expression of disbelief.
'Little brother, what’s wrong?' Li Zhoule felt a pang of anxiety. Could it be that the Porcelain Jar could no longer produce anything?
Li Yishu stiffly turned his neck and looked at Li Zhoule with wide eyes. 'Sister, second sister, there are so many things!'
Li Zhoule let out a sigh of relief, thinking something terrible had happened. Compared to the jar not producing any food, the thought of it being empty was far more unbearable. Without food, how could they—a woman and a child—survive the entire winter in such weather?
With these thoughts in mind, Li Zhoule approached the Porcelain Jar and peered inside. She was equally stunned. Just as Li Yishu had said, there were indeed many things!
The Porcelain Jar was filled to the brim, clearly divided; most of it was food, but there were also other items—some familiar and some unknown to them. The two siblings exchanged glances.
Li Yishu licked his lips and said, 'The deities are quite generous today!'
Li Zhoule's eyes sparkled with excitement. 'Maybe today is some festival in heaven, and the deities decided to bestow us with extra gifts. Little Book, hurry and get bowls and baskets; let’s pack up the food first.'
Li Yishu responded loudly and dashed off like a gust of wind, returning just as swiftly as if he had practiced lightness skills."
The two of them first took out the Shumai and placed it in a bowl. Neither of them recognized the Shumai, but they could tell it was some kind of pastry. The two who hadn't eaten yet busied themselves with tidying up while each took a Shumai and started eating. The Shumai was cold, and the lard inside had solidified, but it still tasted quite good, and the siblings enjoyed it more with each bite.
"Sister, this pastry is really delicious. There's meat inside," Li Yishu said happily.
Li Zhoule was also enjoying it: "It’s really tasty! There’s meat, mushrooms, and glutinous rice wrapped in dough and steamed... Little Book, this pastry isn’t hard to make. Once we have some money, I’ll make it for you."
As she spoke, she pushed the bowl toward Li Yishu. "You can have the last one."
Li Yishu pushed the bowl back. "No, you eat it."
Li Zhoule pushed it back again. "I’m fine with just one; you should eat it."
Seeing Li Yishu about to push the bowl again, she quickly added, "Eating too much glutinous rice isn't good for your stomach. My stomach isn’t feeling well; you should eat this piece. I’ll just have a bowl of porridge later to warm my stomach."
Li Yishu didn’t hesitate any longer and picked up the last Shumai, finishing it in a few bites.
Li Zhoule smiled and continued to sort through the items in the jar: rice packed into a bowl—there wasn’t much, enough to make a thin porridge; an apple, about the size of her fist, which would fill her up a bit; Eggplant Skin and Celery Leaves—though not as good as rice, they were much better than the unpalatable wild vegetables; a bun the size of a baby’s fist, a handful of mung beans, a handful of red beans, and a handful of corn husks… After packing everything away, Li Zhoule's eyes curved into beautiful crescent shapes. So much food would be enough for her and her brother for five or six days… not to mention that there was still some porridge left from yesterday.
"Wow—sister, look at this paper! It's so white!" Li Yishu exclaimed as she picked up an A4 sheet and marveled at it while stroking it repeatedly.
Li Zhoule also looked at the white paper in amazement; it was indeed very white, like snow in the sky. She wiped her hands on her clothes before carefully taking the paper from Li Yishu's hands and examining it closely. "Using such nice paper for writing would be a waste; we should save it properly, just like preserving famous calligraphy and paintings."
Li Yishu nodded vigorously; such good paper was too precious to use carelessly.
Li Zhoule found a piece of fabric in her bedroom, faintly marked with needle holes, seemingly torn from a piece of clothing. Carefully, she wrapped the white paper in the cloth and handed it to Li Yishu for safekeeping. Li Yishu solemnly accepted the bundle and rushed to his room, hiding it in the Cedar Chest. The Cedar Chest had once been part of Li Mother's dowry and was later used to store books. However, the books inside had long been sold, leaving only an empty chest that was worth little, serving as a reminder for the Li siblings.
Li Yishu returned to the storage room— the Porcelain Jar had been moved out of the kitchen. After all, it was a "treasure bestowed by the immortals," and how could it be kept in a place exposed to smoke and fire? Yet, placing it in another room felt unsafe; they feared others might discover the secret of the Porcelain Jar. Ultimately, they decided to move it to a corner of the cluttered storage room, making it difficult for anyone else to find—until they saw Li Zhoule holding a strange yet beautiful object.
The item was about one and a half palms tall, with a transparent cylindrical body. It had a red lid the size of a copper coin that could be twisted open on one side and closed tightly on the other, sealing the liquid inside securely.
"How beautiful!" Li Yishu exclaimed, recalling how their father had described glass when he was young. He asked, "Sister, is this bottle made of glass?"
Li Zhoule shook her head. "No, glass is much heavier and thicker than this."
Having seen real glass before, she felt that the Glass Bottle in her hand was far lighter and more exquisite. Thinking about its value and glancing at the bottle again made her eyes shine with excitement, her breath becoming heavy.
"Little Book, if we sell this bottle, we won't have to go hungry anymore."
Li Yishu looked at the bottle that refracted colors through light but hesitated. "Sister, if we sell this bottle, won't it bring trouble? Besides, we receive food from the immortals every day now; we don't have to starve anymore. Why risk attracting others' greed?"
At his reminder, Li Zhoule's excitement faded as reason returned. She took a deep breath and said, "You're right; I was thinking too far ahead. Little Book, you take this bottle and keep it safe."
Li Yishu refused to take it. "Sister, I've already kept the white paper; this bottle should belong to you. Let's each keep one thing."
"No, you hold onto it. You are now the only male heir of our Li Family; all family treasures should go to you."
Li Zhoule insisted on giving her brother the good item while Li Yishu remained firm in his refusal. They stood there in stalemate for quite some time until Li Zhoule finally relented to her younger brother's wishes and carefully placed the bottle into her own embrace—what expression would Hanno have if he saw this? o(╯□╰)o? ┑(￣Д￣)┍? (*°w°*)\\\\\\? It was just a drink bottle; it wasn't worth anything—really, not at all!
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