Cai Xiaoli saw that although Han Chunming spoke seriously, he wasn't criticizing her, so she added with a cheerful smile,
"Honey, don't worry. I'm just going to watch the show. I definitely won't laugh."
Han Chunming didn't really believe her, but he still agreed. He felt that after this trip, things at home would finally settle down completely.
As it happened, the children weren't home either, so the two of them went together to the Su family's courtyard.
Su Meng had waited and waited, and finally Han Chunming arrived. Of course, she also saw Cai Xiaoli with him. She immediately forced a smile and said,
"Chunming, Xiaoli, you're here!"
Su Meng's mother had never thought much of Han Chunming, but now she had no choice but to smile and say,
"Don't stand outside. Come in and talk!"
Su Meng's father didn't say anything, but his expression showed that he was far from calm.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Han Chunming and Cai Xiaoli, Su Meng led them inside.
Suppressing the ache in her heart, Su Meng pointed at the few blue-and-white porcelain jars on the living-room table and asked urgently,
"Chunming, these are the jars. Can you tell if they're real or fake?"
Han Chunming already knew they were fake. He even knew how they had been made, so he only needed to point out the flaws. That was a very simple matter for him.
So Han Chunming only examined them for a little while before spotting a problem with one of the jars.
He shone his flashlight on the jar, pointed at its base, and said sternly,
"Look at the bottom of this jar. Someone stamped a faint simplified Chinese character on it!
That makes no sense, so I'm sure it's fake. The others are probably the same."