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    Caleb spokezily, “Grandma’s birthday ising up, and the Mamet family is going to hold a birthday banquet. You’ll go with me when the timees.”


    Xaviera nodded in agreement and then hurriedly left the bedroom.


    Watching her fleeing figure, Caleb hooked his lips and took out a piece of paper from the drawer of the bedside table, on which was written a sentence: [Don’t have other ideas.]


    Thinking of the warm embrace before he fell asleepst night, with Xaviera’s soft, boneless little hands wrapped around his waist, that touch was really irresistible, and then he left a message with a smile: [Suddenly, I feel like having a lovely wife isn’t so bad!]


    …


    Aftering downstairs for breakfast, Yigol called: “Do you know Grandma’s going to have a birthday banquet?”


    “I don’t understand why she still wants to hold a birthday banquet given her poor health! But she says it’s like there’s something important to announce. Xaviera, have you thought about what birthday gift to give Grandma? How about you go with me to pick something out.”


    Listening to Yigol’s tone, Xaviera suddenly realized why proud Caleb always gave her a familiar feeling. Proud Caleb and Yigol were basically the same.


    However, Yigol was not as scheming as Caleb, and he would not act coyly like Caleb, asking for hugs. Caleb’s clingy appearance was just like an angelic bitch.


    Pretending to be pitiful and asking her for a hug, deliberately timing things so she’d be misunderstood by her senior fellow, only proud Caleb could do such a dog act!<div>


    After a moment of silence, Xaviera suddenly asked, “Yigol, do you want to hug me?”


    Yigol: “???” What’s up with Xaviera all of a sudden? Don’t you dare mess with me!


    Buzz buzz…


    Yigol hurriedly hung up the phone, unsure if Caleb was around Xaviera, but his intuition told him that hanging up the phone was the best way to save himself from being implicated by Xaviera.


    …


    In the afternoon, Xaviera apanied Yigol to the Libanan Pedestrian Street.


    Yigol: “Grandma loves famille rose porcin. I know there’s a store here that has a famille rose hollowed-out porcin vase. I’ve been here a few times, trying to buy the vase, but the owner refuses to sell it to me, saying he’ll only sell it to someone fated. Grandma’s birthday is fast approaching, and I don’t know if we’ll be able to buy it this time.”


    As soon as they reached the door, an amiable middle-aged man greeted them and led them into the courtyard.


    Xaviera didn’t know much about porcin, but she was genuinely surprised when she saw the famille rose. No wonder the olddy liked it – the hollowed-out vase’s craftsmanship wasplex, and only a few people could pull it off.


    The middle-aged man said, “The craftsmanship of the famille rose hollowed-out porcin vase is intricate, making it a rare piece. Many people havee to try and buy it, but my grandfather has never agreed, because he doesn’t care about the money. He just has one particr request.”


    Xaviera curiously asked, “What’s the request?”


    “The famille rose hollowed-out porcin vase took several skilled craftsmen working tirelessly for three days and nights to create. They failed countless times before creating such a perfect piece. The control of the heat, the carving technique, and the gemstone iy, any single mistake would require starting over from scratch, which is why it is so valuable. Now that my grandfather is getting old, he wants to gather the world’s top craftsmen and create a unique famille rose porcin vase for his great-granddaughter.”


    “My grandfather’s eldest grandson, my cousin, left home many years ago and is now untraceable. My grandfather heard that my cousin had left behind a daughter, but after a long investigation, he couldn’t find her.”


    “With his advanced age, he fears suddenly leaving the world without seeing his great-granddaughter onest time. So, he wants to find famous craftsmen in the world and create a unique famille rose porcin for his great-granddaughter. If you can do that, this vase will be given to you for free, without a single cent.”


    The middle-aged man continued, “So my grandfather’s only request is to find the world’s top porcin craftsman to create a unique famille rose porcin.”


    Yigol opened his mouth in surprise, “If I could find the world’s top porcin craftsman, then I wouldn’t havee here several times to plead for the vase. What about we just forget about it, and not bother you any longer?”


    Xaviera’s eyes shed, and she asked casually, “May I know your surname?”


    The middle-aged man smiled, “It’s not convenient for me to mention my name.”


    Looking at the hollowed-out vase, Xaviera said thoughtfully, “The porcin master, then…”<div>


    “She’s finally here! Come in, quick!” At this moment, a sharp female voice came from outside, apanied by hurried footsteps.