Song Zixuan frowned slightly, looked at Wang Chengyong, and knew from that look what bad water was holding.

However, he also really wanted to see the green iron wok, so he said: "You talk first, what conditions." ”

Wang Chengyong smiled: "This matter is simple, I fell in love with a pair of winter melon jars, but it is not easy to take, you have to be a nursery for me." ”

Hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed: "Your words are a bit big, even your prince thinks it's not easy to take it, what's the use of me as a nursery?"

"Huh...... That's not right, if it's a normal thing, I guess I can take it, but this thing is in a Western restaurant, you know, I don't know that, so I have to find a nursery. ”

Saying that, Wang Chengyong drank a glass of wine, pointed at Song Zixuan and said, "It's just right for you." ”

Song Zixuan was silent for a moment, and showed a smile: "This is your condition......?

"Okay, I'll get it for you, you'll see enough today!"

Song Zixuan hurriedly raised his hand: "Don't don't, don't be busy, tell me first, how is this a good method for winter melon jars." ”

Hearing this, Wang Chengyong was stunned for a moment, with a few contacts, he still knew something about Song Zixuan, this kid likes things so much, he should be in a hurry to see the green iron wok, but suddenly he is not in a hurry......

He looked at Song Zixuan and said, "What's the stubble? Are you worried about my green iron wok, or is it that pair of winter melon cans? ”

"Hey, I said, what's wrong with you, old man? I'll ask, study, learn from you. ”

Wang Chengyong looked at him suspiciously: "Pure studious?"

"yes, or not?"

"Oh, then I'll tell you, boy, what dynasty is the winter melon jar?"

"Qing Dynasty, Republic of China. ”

"Okay, it's a little interesting, let me tell you, the Qing Dynasty had winter melon jars from Daoguang, but there were also them during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, but there was no such name as winter melon jars at that time. ”

"You mean...... Do you like this pair?"

"That's absolutely wrong, and it's not porcelain. Wang Chengyong said confidently.

"Not porcelain?" Song Zixuan thought for a moment, "Cloisonné enamel?"

"Connoisseur, you see, you have to tell the connoisseur this, yes, it's cloisonné enamel, copper pots, all without repair, I have seen it seven or eight times. ”

Hearing this, Song Zixuan gasped: "Ming, cloisonné enamel jars, all products...... How much can it be worth?"

In fact, Song Zixuan really knows a lot about antiques, but the only drawback is that he doesn't understand the price, just like when he took Ke San'er's jade Pixiu, he only knew that it was a warm and incomparably high-quality, but the price was indescribable.

"If it's a normal thing, hundreds, thousands, twenty or thirty thousand, but for this pair, I estimate that it is a six-figure base. Wang Chengyong took a sip of wine and said.

"It's so expensive? Song Zixuan said.

"The whole product, the preservation is good, and the craftsmanship of this pair is obviously not folk, the palace gadgets, itself enhances the value, and the pattern style is also atmospheric, palace style, you will know when you see it. Wang Chengyong said.

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "That's the case, do you think it's appropriate to collect more money?"

Hearing this, Wang Chengyong was stunned for a moment, and said: "You kid don't come with me to do this, come to the bottom of me? Do you plan to go by yourself? I tell you, I don't ask you for this matter." ”

"Don't, don't mind, I just want to learn something, by the way, when are we going?"

Wang Chengyong looked at him, shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I'm still not at ease, you kid is a good thing, it's not a good thing at first glance, forget it." ”

"Why did you bring Xiang'er? Who do you think about but me? I can't tell you that I'm bald, right?"

Wang Chengyong pondered for a moment and said, "This is true, so let's do it tomorrow at night?"

Song Zixuan thought about it, he was going to see Huang Fa tomorrow afternoon, but no matter what, he didn't have much friendship with him, and he should be able to get out at night, so he nodded.

"Okay, that's it, where are we going to meet?"

"Just the flowing gold ...... in the south of the city" Wang Chengyong seemed to realize something halfway through his words, "Don't meet somewhere, you come to me, okay?"

"Then let's talk about it, I should come down, and you can show me the green iron wok. Song Zixuan said.

"Okay, it's a happy person!"

After speaking, Wang Chengyong got up and walked into the inner room, and soon walked out with a wok, with a large yellow cloth wrapped on it.

The yellow cloth was so dirty that it had turned dark yellow, and the color was uneven, but Rao was like this, Song Zixuan still stared at it with wide eyes and full of anticipation, after all, it was not only a thing in Wang Chengyong's mouth, but also a fine kitchenware.

In fact, modern kitchens have great advantages, but because of mass production and ordinary materials, they lost to the inheritance of kitchenware, and the good kitchenware in the early years, which one is not a work of ingenuity?

Taking over the wok, Song Zixuan ripped off the yellow cloth, and the true face of the green iron wok, which was immediately revealed in front of him.

The front of the wok is bright silver throughout, which looks like modern stainless steel, but it is whiter, and judging from the texture and texture, it is also iron.

Although there are traces of oxidation on the surface, due to the age, it should not fall off and will not affect cooking.

Looking at the back of the wok, it is black and flawless, and there are no traces of oil, it should have been carefully wiped by Wang Chengyong before it was put away.

The handshake of the wok is wooden, not a precious wood, it should not be mahogany.

"It's ...... Qingtie?" Song Zixuan said with wide eyes.

Wang Chengyong sat on the chair, curled up his legs and stepped on the edge of the chair with his feet, and said: "That's right, this thing of green iron is born for kitchenware, a natural good material, but unfortunately I only have a wok, if I can have a set of green iron kitchenware, it will be worth the old money." ”

"Is vintage kitchenware expensive?" Song Zixuan said.

"This is not to say that it is expensive or not, the key depends on who it is sold to, at the highest end of the Chinese chef industry, which of those chefs is not full of good kitchenware? If you take a complete set of green iron kitchenware out, they can go crazy, and the price will definitely go up." ”

Song Zixuan nodded, this is true, jadeite is sold to jade lovers, walnuts are sold to players who play with literature, and kitchenware is naturally sold to cooks, the key is to look at the market, and then talk about the price.

"Lord Wang, what you said...... Refers to wok and wok, right?" Song Zixuan said.

The prince nodded: "Yes, plus a pot lid, it's all together, because the wok in the early years had a pot lid, but the wooden one is not good, it can't be sold at a high price, and the practical value is not high." ”

This Song Zixuan knows that Old Man Fang once said about the complete set of kitchenware, presumably the same is the value, a very expensive kitchenware, if it is really a set, the value is definitely not twice or three times.

"But in fact, the green iron things, the pots and pans are not the best, if there are green iron knives...... Tsk, that cut thing is called a bright one. Wang Chengyong said, as if he was holding a green iron knife in his hand, and started to chop vegetables, and his expression was full of enjoyment.

Song Zixuan can see that Wang Chengyong must have been a not simple chef before, not only because he was the chef of Xiaoyun Xian'er according to these old rivers and lakes, but the key is that he can even enjoy fantasizing about cooking, which is really love.

But hearing this, Song Zixuan remembered the knife that the ghost master gave him that day.

Compared with memory, the material of the knife is really similar to this green iron wok, the back of the knife is black and flawless, the blade is bright silver, and the color and texture are also very close.

When he saw that knife, Song Zixuan felt unusual, could it really be a green iron kitchen knife?

"Lord Wang, tell me, how is this green iron knife a good method?"

Wang Chengyong closed his eyes slightly, and said: "The knife is called a full in the hand, the weight is sufficient, and the blade is also comfortable. ”

"Chop it directly?" Song Zixuan couldn't help but be surprised, generally speaking, no matter how good the knife is, the shredded meat also pays attention to the knife, that is, it is pulled from one end of the meat to the other, and it will be broken directly under the knife...... I really haven't heard of it.

"It's almost, but it's not accurate, it should be the moment the blade is pressed down, and the shredded meat has been cut out. ”

"So fast, how thin is that blade?" Song Zixuan said.

Wang Chengyong said with a smile: "What you said is right, if the ordinary knife is cut like that, it may be curled up with a random cut, or cut out, but Qingtie is different, even if the knife is sharpened into thin slices, it can cut the bones." ”

Song Zixuan exhaled and secretly decided to go back and give it a try, if it was really like what the prince said, he would really make a lot of money.

"It's really fake, and it's ...... cut bones"

Wang Chengyong ignored it, but continued to enjoy it: "It's a pity, now it's not, if I can use that knife to cut the shredded meat once, hahaha, it's worth dying!"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan suddenly felt a trace of respect in his heart, which was a tribute to a chef predecessor who loved to cook and was obsessed.

"Is it so exaggerated, still dead......"

"You don't understand, you're too young, if you can cook for a lifetime, you'll be able to understand later. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Then I don't want to die." ”

"Hehe, I'll just say that, do you understand the analogy? But seriously, if that green iron knife can really let me touch it, I can give him this green iron wok!"

This sentence seemed to be said on Song Zixuan's nerves, and he was suddenly energetic.

"Huh?

"Yes. ”

"This pot has been with you for decades, and you relied on it for all your previous glory. Song Zixuan pointed to the green iron wok.

"You also said that it was the glory of the past, and I want to touch a green iron knife now, that feel ...... Comfortable!"

Song Zixuan smiled secretly and said, "This is what you said, Old Man Wang, I want to get a green iron knife one day...... Let you cut the shredded meat once, and this wok will be mine!"

"No problem, but you can't get it, let me tell you, the contemporary green iron tools can't be compared with the old ones, they are all synthetic, and even if you do get them, they can't be knives, that thing is rare." ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Then don't worry about it, let's have a gentleman's agreement, I'll really bring it to you, will you give it to me?"

"Old man speaks with a spit and a nail, can I still get you?" Wang Chengyong glanced at him and said.