"Ah..."
At this, Jiang Peipei’s eyes widened, and she immediately put down the wine glass in her hand. However, she didn't directly say that the thirty-thousand-yuan Maotai wine Wang Teng bought was fake.
After all, the calligraphy and painting that had just been presented as fake had already caused the Wang family to lose all face. If this thirty-thousand-yuan Maotai was also declared fake, the Wang family’s reputation would be completely ruined.
Therefore, out of consideration for her father’s relationship with Wang Mingye, Jiang Peipei did not expose them publicly to save them from embarrassment. She simply said to her father, "Dad, you’re not feeling well, you should drink less. Besides, we can’t afford such expensive wine, so let Uncle Wang and Wang Teng drink more."
"Tsk, Peipei, look at what you're saying. This wine was bought by Xiao Teng for your father to drink," Wang Mingye poured himself another glass. After all, they were ordinary people, and it was their first time drinking a bottle of thirty-thousand-yuan Maotai, so they had no idea if it was real or fake. "Come on, Old Jiang, have another glass."
"Oh my, quickly stop Dad, tell him to stop drinking. He had high blood pressure last time," Jiang Peipei quickly asked her mother to stop her father from drinking this fake wine to avoid any issues.
"Uncle, let me feel your pulse."
At that moment, Wan Yunting also got up and sat next to Jiang Kangping, taking his wrist to feel his pulse. He asked, "Were you feeling unwell in your stomach a while ago?"
"Yes."
Jiang Kangping was still skeptical of Wan Yunting’s traditional Chinese medicine skills, but when he heard that Wan Yunting directly pinpointed his sudden stomach pain a while ago, he was immediately astonished.
"Uncle, your stomach has some problems, and your blood pressure is also a bit high. Therefore, you must not drink alcohol or eat spicy food. Also, I’ll write you a prescription. Go to the pharmacy, get a few doses of medicine, and take them to recuperate your stomach. It will get better," Wan Yunting said kindly.
"Dad, did you hear that? You can’t drink anymore." Jiang Peipei went forward, took the wine glass in front of her father, and directly placed it in front of Wang Teng, smiling, "You guys drink this wine. We won't."
"This..." Wang Mingye was confused. Yu Hongying beside him snorted disdainfully and whispered, "If you don’t want to drink, don’t drink. We’re not reluctant to let you drink anyway..."
Although her voice was low, those around her could still hear it. Wang Mingye immediately turned and glared at Yu Hongying, then turned back to Jiang Kangping and said with a smile, "Since Old Jiang doesn't want to drink, we won't drink either."
Everyone continued to eat, discussing how good the dishes at Deyue Tower were…
Soon, everyone was full. Wan Yunting took out his gift for Jiang Peipei and gestured for her to give it to her father. Jiang Peipei took it and handed it to Jiang Kangping, "Dad, this is a gift from Yunting for you."
Jiang Kangping smiled, "It’s fine to come, no need to bring gifts."
Wan Yunting smiled, "It's just a small gift. Please accept it, Uncle."
"Exactly, Dad. He can’t possibly give anything good anyway," Jiang Peipei said, placing the gift box in front of her father. Wang Mingye and Yu Hongying were curious and said with a smile, "What gift is it? Let’s open it and see."
"No need," Jiang Kangping waved his hand with a smile. Although he didn’t know what Wan Yunting had given him, he couldn’t open it and look at it publicly.
"Just open it and see."
However, Jiang Peipei knew Yu Hongying was being deliberate. She directly opened the box and saw a celadon ceramic bowl lying inside. "What is this?"
Jiang Peipei picked up the celadon ceramic bowl and examined it curiously. But Jiang Kangping, upon seeing the celadon ceramic bowl in his daughter’s hand, which had fine spiderweb-like cracks, was filled with shock and disbelief. He said, "This, this couldn't be a Ru ware bowl from the late Song dynasty?"
"Uncle Jiang has sharp eyes." Wan Yunting smiled, "This is indeed a celadon bowl produced by Ru ware in the late Song dynasty."
"From the Song dynasty?" Wang Mingye and Yu Hongying immediately leaned forward to look at the ceramic bowl in Jiang Kangping's hand upon hearing that it was from the Song dynasty. Yu Hongying then said with a smile, "It looks so new. It can't be from nowadays."
As soon as she said that, Wan Yunting, Jiang Kangping, and Luo Wenyu were all speechless. Wan Yunting reminded them, "Ru ware ceased to exist in the late Song dynasty, so true Ru ware can no longer be produced today. Even if there is, it's all produced in the Lin Ru region."
Yu Hongying, who was refuted, did not feel embarrassed. She said, "Oh, there are so many fake ceramics nowadays. Who knows if his might also be a fake?"
However, Jiang Kangping, wearing glasses, looked closely at Wan Yunting’s Ru ware celadon bowl and said, "The exquisite craftsmanship and firing techniques are unlikely to be fake. However, such a valuable item, I cannot accept it." Saying this, Jiang Kangping put the ceramic bowl back into the box and pushed it back to Wan Yunting with a smile, "Yunting, right? I appreciate your thoughtfulness."
If this Ru ware celadon bowl was real, its value would be at least tens of millions, so Jiang Kangping absolutely could not accept it.
In fact, this Ru ware celadon bowl was previously sent to him by Mr. Fu’s subordinate. Wan Yunting himself didn't understand ceramics and had kept it under his bed at home. If he hadn't been pretending to be Jiang Peipei’s boyfriend and coming to meet her parents tonight, he wouldn't have thought of this Ru ware celadon bowl. Therefore, he didn't know how much this Ru ware celadon bowl was worth.
"It shouldn't be too expensive," Wan Yunting smiled. Since he had brought the gift, how could he take it back?
"Heavens, just this broken plate is worth millions." However, Jiang Peipei next to him took out her phone to search for Ru ware ceramics online. Upon seeing that a Ru ware plate from the Song dynasty was priced at tens of millions, Jiang Peipei was so startled that she stared at the ceramic bowl in the box. She picked it up and said, "If this is real, it must be worth tens of millions."
"Oh, my girl, handle it gently..." Jiang Kangping was so scared that he quickly took the ceramic bowl from Jiang Peipei’s hand and carefully put it back into the box. He said, "Ru ware itself is one of the Five Great Kilns of our China. It is truly rare to be preserved so perfectly, so its value is immeasurable."
Hearing that the Ru ware was so valuable, even Wan Yunting scratched his head in bewilderment.
The three members of the Wang family exchanged glances, looking at the celadon bowl in the box. Yu Hongying and Wang Teng, mother and son, chose not to believe that it was a genuine item. After all, Wan Yunting was just a TCM doctor. Even if he knew Fang Guowen, it was impossible for him to casually produce a Ru ware celadon bowl worth tens of millions as a gift.
"I also didn't expect this ceramic bowl to be so expensive," Wan Yunting chuckled, scratching his head. After all, Jiang Peipei’s parents were ordinary middle school teachers. Giving such an item worth tens of millions seemed inappropriate. Anyone would hesitate to accept it.
"How about this, Uncle Jiang, I'll ask Uncle Fang to write a couple of calligraphy pieces for you later," Wan Yunting suggested.
"That's fine." Jiang Kangping's eyes lit up. He still preferred calligraphy and painting and truly dared not accept such a precious Ru ware ceramic.
"Alright, I'll go find Uncle Fang to write a couple of calligraphy pieces later, and then I'll have Peipei bring them to you." Seeing this, Wan Yunting had no choice but to take back the gift.
"It’s getting late. Let’s go back." Seeing that they had finished eating, Jiang Kangping suggested they leave. Anyway, his daughter suddenly brought a boyfriend, and both Jiang Kangping and his wife were quite satisfied with Wan Yunting. Moreover, Wang Teng’s fake calligraphy and painting had made things extremely awkward and unpleasant, so it was better to leave early.
Wan Yunting naturally had no objections. He also wanted to go back early to help his second brother move things to his new home on Sheng Tang Ding Mountain.
As soon as they exited the private room, they were met by several men dressed in formal suits. Among them was his second brother, Wan Dongming. Clearly, he was having dinner with clients to discuss business.