Yuelai House makes people can't help but think of the most famous Yuelai Inn in addition to the Longmen Inn, although it is more rustic, but it is the most popular teahouse near the Shuiji Antique Trading Market, where the privacy is excellent, and the guests who talk about big business in the vicinity like to complete the transaction here.

Liu Sheng looked at the three-story attic building, and couldn't help but feel a little bad in his heart, if this place was changed to Yuelai Inn, there would definitely be many people coming to make a pilgrimage.

"Yo, Lin Lao's gust of wind blew you here, but you haven't been here for a while." As soon as Liu Sheng and his entourage walked to the door of Yuelai Building, a round, fat thing rolled out of it.

"Northwest wind, do I still need to blow here?" Lin Lao's face was grim, and he said half-jokingly.

"You keep looking at my mouth, you really deserve to be beaten." The fat man's right hand lightly slapped his oily and slippery fat face, and said flatteringly to Lin Lao.

"Okay, okay, you didn't see me bring you business, hurry up and say hello." Lin Lao waved his hand at the fat man and walked straight inside.

"Yes, yes, is Lin Lao or Juxian Pavilion?" The fat manager nodded busily and said.

The fat manager is also an eight-sided and exquisite person, and he saw that there was a strange atmosphere between this group of people, so he cautiously asked Lin Lao.

"Remember to have good tea, these people are all masters, don't slaughter white, don't slaughter." Lin Lao Da circled Ono Ichiro, Zhang Rujun and others with one finger of his hand.

"It's good, Lin Lao, don't worry, I guarantee that it will be done properly." The fat manager's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he patted his fat chest and reassured.

Ono Ichiro and Zhang Rujun's faces turned green when they heard this, and they looked at Lin Lao's gaze a little unkindly, do we look like a wronged boss like this, and it is not known who killed the deer.

"That, that..." Liu Sheng suddenly found that he didn't know what the name of the Daoist family was, and his right hand hung awkwardly in the air, not knowing what to do.

"The contemptible surname is Wang Xingfa, you can just call me Wang Fatzi." Seeing this, the fat manager hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands and introduced himself.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Brother Wang, little brother Liu Sheng." Liu Sheng glanced at the fat manager gratefully, and said with some embarrassment, "Brother Wang, can you help me prepare something, you are a teahouse, it should not be difficult for you." ”

"Hehe, Brother Liu thinks so highly of me, even if you can't do it, you have to do it." The fat manager's eyes were bright, and he knew that Liu Sheng was with Lin Lao.

"Then it's going to trouble Brother Wang." Liu Sheng handed Wang Xingwang the note he secretly wrote, which was the secret recipe for cracking the hidden method, but this Wang Xingwang was not a person in the circle, and he didn't realize the preciousness of the formula at all.

"Well said, well said." Wang Xingwang took the note and breathed a sigh of relief, although it was strange, the thing was quite simple, and he called a waiter over and handed him the note, preparing what Liu Sheng needed.

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This Wang Xingwang is really interesting, adhering to the principle of killing mistakes and not missing, directly dedicated the second generation of Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao treasured in the teahouse, and now the first generation of the mother tree country has expressly prohibited picking, although the second generation of Da Hong Pao does not have the rock rhyme of the mother tree, but it is still rare and expensive.

"Well, although it doesn't have the charm of the mother tree, it's also the best in the second generation." Old God Lin couldn't help but be a little intoxicated in the big red robe that exuded a rich fragrance in his hands.

"If you always like it, I'll wrap it for you when you leave." The fat man Wang Xingfa said with a stick.

"Hehe, you fat man has a heart, Xiao Liu starts." Lin Lao's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be closing his eyes to recuperate, but everything in the entire private room was under his control.

"Yes." Liu Sheng honestly agreed.

Liu Sheng picked up the bottles and cans brought up by the waiter and sniffed them one by one, and nodded with satisfaction, it seems that this fat man is still interested, and he did not make his own decisions for the sake of Lin Lao. Glancing at Ichiro Ono, he began to prepare.

At this time, Ono Ichiro was also very nervous, looking at the confidence flashing on Liu Sheng's face, his slender hands were skillfully operating, and his heart was becoming more and more empty, but as the pride of being born in a big family, he was not allowed to retreat, and losing a treasure was small, if he lost the face of the Ono family, then he didn't have to go back to Japan, and becoming a down-and-out beggar might be his best end.

Liu Sheng carefully took out a pair of doucai chicken bowl cups from the gift box, put them into a clean basin that was ready for the tea, and then picked up a pot of the best red robe on the table and poured it in, until the tea submerged the two cups, Liu Sheng put the teapot back in place with satisfaction.

"Xiao Liu, you're not authentic, and you don't give the old man any leftovers." Lin Lao saw Liu Sheng being so tyrannical, and immediately shouted.

"Lin Lao, Lin Lao, don't worry, I'll ask someone to make you another pot." Seeing this, the fat man Wang Xingfa hurriedly stopped Lin Lao, who was jumping like a thunderbolt, and hurriedly ordered someone to remake a pot up.

Looking at Lin Lao Xiaono Ichiro, who was quiet again, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, this fat man is really good at doing favors, and feelings don't cost you money.

Liu Sheng ignored Lin Lao, and poured the milky white liquid that had been prepared into the basin without distraction, and the light yellow tea immediately changed, and he saw that the tea inside became viscous, and it seemed to have become a chocolate paste, and the two cups seemed to be stuck in the mire, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Liu Sheng directly started to stir in the basin, and picked up the tea that the waiter had just made, and kept adding it to it, until the liquid in the basin returned to light yellow Liu Sheng stopped the movement in his hand, and stayed there quietly waiting for the changes in the basin.

Looking at the skin of the two cups that began to peel off, Liu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this was his first operation, but he didn't expect it to succeed, and the next thing was much easier.

"W-what's going on?" Wang Xingfa didn't know what was going on in Lu Dao, looked at the somewhat mottled pattern of the Doucai chicken bowl cup in the basin, and asked in surprise.

"Don't talk, watch." Lin Lao glared at Wang Xingfa angrily, and continued to stare at the Doucai Chicken Cup in the basin.

I saw Liu Sheng pinch out some of the tea leaves of the large-leaf tea after ten brews from the tea canister and put them into the adjusted cinnabar, stirring constantly until the two were even, and then dipped some with linen, and began to smear on the body of the cup that was mottled by it, and the skin on the body of the mottled cup fell off even more, and the patterns inside began to be revealed.

"Infant play promotes weaving." Lin Lao Huo suddenly looked at the cup in Liu Sheng's hand that gradually became clearer, and his cloudy eyes flashed with surprise.

Groups of children seriously teased the crickets in their hands, short and fat bodies, big heads, round faces, and a few streams on their foreheads, or playing, or playing, in a thousand postures, full of fun; The surrounding peach groves, graceful purple hibiscus, and fresh and elegant ponds are dotted with green weeds, which complement each other even more. Two layers of entwined lotus patterns are painted up and down, which are heavy and elegant, and the layers are distinct. Ji red, Ji blue, purple, emerald green and many other colors compete with each other, different from the fresh and elegant in the Chenghua period, this Xuande period of the doucai is magnificent.

"This, this..." Lin Lao was not calm at all, his thin hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he did not dare to touch it, for fear of tarnishing this beauty.

Xuande Doucai is a major problem in the academic world, in the long history of the long river like a fog, in the Xuande blue and white color has been found now, Xuande Doucai is still holding the pipa half covered, there is no real thing to follow, I did not expect such a delicate Xuande Doucai porcelain to appear here.

"Mr. Ono, how's it going?" Liu Shengqiang endured to watch the beauty of Xuande Doucai, stopped the movements in his hand, and said to Ono Ichiro with a smile.

"Yaga." Ono Ichiro looked at the rich handwriting of the six-character regular script of the 'Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty' under his feet with some distraction, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Mr. Ono?" Liu Sheng was secretly wary and reminded again.

"You, you..." Suddenly, Ono Ichiro's face turned red, dark red blood gushed out of his mouth, and the little triangle rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

"Mr. Ono, Mr. Ono." The sudden scene frightened Zhang Rujun and Sato at a loss, shaking Ono Ichiro's body and calling out in panic.

"Call an ambulance yet." Wang Xingfa commanded the waiter beside him with a gloomy face.

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