Qian Wei took the small packet from Xia Chuyi with a hearty laugh, "You really take after your uncle's temperament, you actually know to give gifts when asking for favors?"
With a little shake of the packet, it didn't fall apart at all and was very sturdy.
Qian Wei was curious, "My dear niece, this thing must be worth quite a bit of money, right?"
"What's this talk of money or not, when giving gifts to an uncle, do we really need to consider the value?" Xia Chuyi dodged the question and instead said, "It's just hard to come by, the seller is an old man, his ancestors were artisans in the court, he made these to sell for fun during the holiday season."
Her story was so legendary that Qian Wei was immediately startled, "Really?"
Half true, half false, the item was actually made by herself in her space, but indeed with the court's techniques.
Of course, Xia Chuyi couldn't tell the truth. She smiled, "Of course it's true, why would I deceive you, Uncle?"