Song Shaoqin carefully inspected each piece of jade and made sure there were no flaws before closing the wooden lid.

Immediately afterwards, he placed the five wooden boxes on the porcelain plate one by one and watched with his own eyes as the five wooden boxes and the letter disappeared.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and he didn't know if Miss Xia would like the meeting gift he gave.

Although those jade pieces are of extraordinary value, judging from the white jade chilong paperweight that the other party returned to her, it can be seen that Miss Xia is not a greedy and profit-seeking person.

Fortunately, those jade pieces are more exquisite in style, quite pleasing to the eye, and not without any merit.

Turning to see the two items placed nearby, Song Shaoqin realized that they were the soap and comb that Miss Xia mentioned in the letter.

"It turns out these are soaps and curling combs. Life after a thousand years will indeed be rich."

It's just a small daily necessities, but they are made so exquisitely. The level of detail is no less than the items used by the nobles in the palace.

He didn't see anything unique about this curly comb. It was just a tool for combing hair. However, this one called soap made him a little interested.

According to Miss Xia's introduction, this soap is specially used for washing, but its workmanship and fragrance are very unique, and it is probably difficult to achieve it with the current technology of Eastern Chu State.

Even the toiletries used by the nobles in the palace are not so unique, but they are interesting objects.

Suddenly, he thought about what Miss Xia mentioned in the letter, which was a personal item she used daily. Song Shaoqin didn't know what he thought of, and his ears felt hot, and he suddenly felt that the things in his hands were a little hot.

He quickly found an empty brocade box, put the soap and comb neatly into the brocade box, and then solemnly placed them on the porcelain plate.

Seeing the brocade box disappear on the porcelain plate, Song Shaoqin breathed a sigh of relief.

He was too abrupt just now. How could he hold a girl's personal belongings in his hands and look at them casually?

Thinking of this, Song Shaoqin's earlobes turned red again.

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21st century, Chengdu.

She originally planned to use the afternoon to finish the novel's finale, but after experiencing the porcelain basin incident in the morning, how could Xia Ning be able to concentrate on typing now?

It's been more than half an hour, and her document only contains less than 500 words. At her usual typing speed, it would be at least more than 3,000 words per hour.

But now she doesn't even have half of her usual word count, which shows that her mind is not on work at all.

"Hey~"

Xia Ning sighed helplessly and looked at the porcelain basin involuntarily. Why hasn't there been any movement for so long?

Is it possible that there is still a time difference between the two worlds?

Thinking about this question carefully, she really couldn't be sure for the moment.

But even if there is, it shouldn't affect the transmission time of the porcelain basin, right? It's a magic weapon after all, shouldn't it be teleported in place with a 'swish'?

Isn’t that how fantasy novels and TV series are set up?

"Forget it, I won't write it anymore."

Xia Ning instantly leaned back on the chair behind her, looking helpless as if she had given up on herself. Since she couldn't concentrate on typing, she didn't want to work hard anymore. This was too inefficient.

She is now full of curiosity about the other end of the porcelain basin, and she has more expectations than before when she fantasized about being a god. After all, the things about gods are too far away from her, but the ancient people are the same kind that she can come into contact with.

At this moment, the sound of 'dong dong' suddenly sounded continuously in the quiet bedroom.
Chapter completed!