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Counting the years, this wooden rocking chair already has a history of twenty-eight or twenty-nine years, making it half an antique.
Shang Jianghan pondered for a moment, unable to recall this item.
Shang Qichao said it was only recently, when clearing out the old house's storage, that he found it tightly sealed in a foam box, as good as new when opened.
Pure solid wood, crafted by artisans, and still well-preserved, such items are rare nowadays.
The key point is, Shang Zhuoming liked it!
Shen Chaoxi said with a smile, "Look, the toy meant for you ended up unseen for a day, circulated around and landed in the hands of your son! It's put to good use now!"
At dinner, Shang Jianghan talked about going to Bai Ye's place tomorrow afternoon for Shang Zhuoming's birthday party.
Shang Qichao waved his hand, dismissing it as young people's games he wouldn't join in; eating a bowl of longevity noodles for the child on the morning of the 12th would suffice.