Chapter 679 - 679 679 Interested in visiting the black market

679: Chapter 679: Interested in visiting the black market?

679: Chapter 679: Interested in visiting the black market?

Feeling Su Yunling’s gaze, Gu Zhiqi muttered in a low voice, “I’m not picky.”

Then she began to bury her head in drinking the porridge.

The serious way she drank the porridge really didn’t seem picky.

Su Yunling curved her lips slightly and added a small steamed bun to Gu Zhiqi’s plate, “Though I didn’t make the porridge, the bun is my work.”

Gu Zhiqi didn’t speak but silently picked up the bun and put it into her mouth.

She really wasn’t picky, but she preferred tastier food.

To this day, the tastiest thing she had ever eaten was made by Su Yunling.

Whether it was mooncakes, cakes, or rice.

Tang Yichen, however, couldn’t keep his mouth still.

Upon hearing what Su Yunling said, he immediately chimed in, “Eh?

Did you make the buns?

Weren’t you busy with your tea this morning?”

As he spoke, he picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Su Yunling didn’t respond to him, just eating on her own.

However, she kept eating the buns, and after just one sip of the porridge, she never touched it again.

After finishing their meal, Tang Yichen leaned over to Gu Zhiqi and muttered softly, “Did you see Third Brother’s porridge?

He only took one sip.”

Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi followed Tang Yichen’s gaze and glanced at the bowl in front of Su Yunling.

There wasn’t much served, but there was plenty left.

Tang Yichen continued to grumble, “The picky one is himself, and yet he criticizes us.”

Su Yunling, who heard every word of Tang Yichen’s whisper, glanced at him sidelong with indifference.

Feeling Su Yunling’s gaze, Tang Yichen immediately clammed up.

“We’re going to the black market tonight, are you interested in taking a look?” Su Yunling asked again, remembering that Gu Zhiqi hadn’t answered her earlier question.

Gu Zhiqi turned her head and looked back at Su Yunling, “The black market?”

What kind of place was that?

Seeing the confusion on Gu Zhiqi’s face, Su Yunling lifted her eyebrows slightly and asked, “You’ve never heard of the Imperial Capital Black Market?”

Gu Zhiqi shook her head.

Seeing Gu Zhiqi shake her head, Tang Yichen immediately spoke up, ready to introduce, “The Imperial Capital Black Market is a place of mixed repute, selling a variety of odd and curious things, items of dubious origin, as well as genuine treasures…”

Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi immediately understood that the Imperial Capital Black Market was similar to the Yan City Ghost Market.

However, while the Ghost Market mostly sold items related to mysticism, the Imperial Capital Black Market had fewer mysticism-related items and offered a wider variety of goods than the Yan City Ghost Market.

After Tang Yichen finished introducing the black market, Su Yunling then turned her head towards Gu Zhiqi and said, “There’s one herb on the medical list I couldn’t find.

I heard it’s in the black market, so I’m planning to go and see for myself.

If you’re interested, you can come along too.”

After hearing what Su Yunling said, Gu Zhiqi asked, “Which herb are you missing?”

Su Yunling: “Xuan Yue Silk.”

Xuan Yue Silk?

Indeed, that was not easy to find.

Gu Zhiqi nodded lightly, “Let’s go.”

**

After they had eaten breakfast, the group headed out together.

There was a concert at ten o’clock in the morning by Yi Tingfeng and Yi Tingyu.

Yi Tingfeng gave them a few tickets yesterday, insisting that they come to the concert.

As it happened, they had no other plans today and could go to support their friend.

On the way to the concert, Fu Xiyan finally asked the question he had been considering for a long time.

“Xiao Qi.” Su Yunling and Gu Zhiqi were sitting in the back seat, with Tang Yichen driving and Fu Xiyan in the passenger seat.

He turned slightly to ask Gu Zhiqi, “My grandfather has been plagued with a mysterious illness for many years, and countless doctors haven’t been able to find the cause.

I’d like to ask you to see my grandfather, do you have the time?”

Gu Zhiqi was intent on editing a mental method file on her phone.