Zheng Qing had originally thought that breaking a single piece of Blue and White Porcelain Plate would be the finale of this year.
But it turned out to be only the beginning.
Over the rest of New Year's Eve, crisp shattering sounds like that of porcelain rang out again and again—from sturdy hardwood chairs made of huanghuali, to exquisite White Crystal cups, to silver knives, forks, and soup spoons. Everything Zheng Qing touched was damaged one after another.
After witnessing the young wizard crush two chairs, shatter five cups, and bend an entire set of cutlery, even someone as slow-witted as Su Ya realized that something was definitely wrong. She could no longer say, "Shatter to Peace."
"I'll pay for it."
The young publicly funded student muttered to himself.
Clearly, he had not yet adapted to being the master of Qingqiu Mansion. He still held himself to the standards of a guest. Looking at the fork embedded in the white porcelain plate before him, he nearly cried without tears. He had only wanted to eat a shrimp ball—why was that so difficult? Even an ordinarily soft silver fork had been forcibly driven into a hard, brittle porcelain plate by him.
Where could he possibly go to argue about something like this?
It was already New Year's Eve night.
The magnificent long dining table in the dining room had been removed and replaced with a jujube-red round table. The table was not large, allowing Zheng Qing, Su Shijun, and Poseidon to sit close together and serve one another food. There were no flowers or other potted ornaments in the center, either. Instead, the table was packed with dishes Zheng Qing found very familiar—braised carp, garlic shrimp balls, sauced beef, shredded chicken, cold lotus root and tofu skin, meatball soup, and more.