looked into the room and moved a bench for Li Dongfei to sit down.

Although the old lady is very old, she keeps the house very neat, clean and bright.

It can be seen that she is a very cultivated and cultured old lady.

On the table by the window was a layer of openwork white yarn, on which was placed a plum vase, and in it were inserted a branch of rhododendron with yarn.

Although it is a fake flower, the craftsmanship is very exquisite.

The delicate flowers reflect the paper cutouts on the back window, which is very interesting.

It makes people feel that they are not in a deserted countryside, but in a scholarly family in the old society.

No wonder Brother Jianhua is reluctant to come, they are completely out of place here, not necessarily because the twelve grandmothers dislike it, but because they will dislike themselves.

After a while, the twelve grandmothers had already eaten and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

The movements are not hurried, elegant and calm.

Chang Xian followed behind to enjoy this scene, and suddenly his eyes shrank, and he let out a light "huh".

Grandma Twelve asked, "What?"

Asking questions in his mouth, he washed the rice bowl in his hand and put it upside down in the cupboard.

Chang Xian picked one up and asked in a loud voice, "Grandma Twelve, what is this ......?"

The old lady glanced at it and smiled: "This, it's my family's left rice bowl, what's the matter, it looks good, right?"

Isn't that good?

This bowl is straight and flat, white on the inside, and the outer wall is surrounded by pastel-colored three kinds of fruits: pomegranate, peach and lychee.

The white glaze is blue and white, and the painted glaze is bright.

On the bottom of the bowl is written "Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty", blue and white seals, six characters and three lines.

Chang Xian's fingers gently stroked the bowl noodles, and the delicate feeling like jade fat penetrated into the skin.

The serious Qianlong official kiln of eight hundred!

The other bowl is obviously the same set, the shape, size, and firing method are all the same, only the fruit on the wall of the bowl has been replaced with bergamot, persimmon, and longevity peach.

This bowl is called the Qing Qianlong pastel three-fruit pattern pier bowl, after the craftsman finishes the white glaze, first pick out the outline of the three fruits, and then fill the outline with high-temperature copper red glaze.

After firing, the ruby-like three-fruit pattern is bright and eye-catching against the white glaze, which is called "treasure burning".

The bowls are as thin as paper, shining like jade in the sunlight, and are stunningly beautiful.

Such a bowl should be around 1 million for a single bowl, and the price of a set of two is higher, definitely higher than 2 million.

He asked, a little incredulously, "Are you really eating with it?"

"What did you say, kid?"

The old lady said humorously: "Rice bowls and rice bowls, if they are not used for eating, are they used for incense?"

"No, no, no."

Chang Xian turned around and asked, "Grandma Twelve, do you know what this is?"

The old lady smiled calmly: "Whether it's Qianlong or Kangxi, the rice bowl is made and it is used for eating."

Turns out she knew......

Chang Xian stared at the two bowls for a long time, and sighed: "You are right, the rice bowl is made for eating."

The old lady laughed happily like a little girl.

Chang Xian admired it for a while and put the porcelain bowl back in its place.

The old lady walked over, picked up the one with the Buddha's hand painted on it, and stroked it gently.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she missed something.

This bowl has not been used for a long time, probably since her husband's death......

In a moment, the old lady stepped out of her bosom and served tea to the guests who had come from afar.

Coming out of the back room, she was holding a tray.

In the tray are a teapot, a teapot and three teacups.

The teacup was placed in front of him, and the whole body of the cup was mainly black, with occasional blue or green flashes in the black, mixed with countless subtle golden lines.

These golds are very fine, with pointed tips and look like rabbit fur......

It is the famous rabbit in the black porcelain of the construction kiln!

Such a treasure is not well protected, and it is actually taken out for them to use like this?

I am always in a trance for a while.

He didn't speak, and if he spoke, it was estimated that the twelfth grandmother would ask in surprise: Isn't the tea cup used to drink tea?

Chang Xian felt as if he had crossed over.

What they are living in now no longer seems to be the familiar modern, but the past of the tradition of more than half a century ago......

The old lady is obsessed with the teapot, and the glaze painting of the teapot is also good.

On the white background, the blue pattern is bright and smart, and it is painted with the eight immortals crossing the sea chart, the posture of the eight immortals is leisurely, the clothes are fluttering, or sitting or standing, which is very layered.

She smiled and said, "Sanqiu Guizi, Shili Lotus, this Bagui tea is made by the old woman and me, please try it."

She took the purple sand tea pot from the tray, scooped out the golden-black osmanthus tea with a silver spoon, and put it into the silver openwork tea bucket.

Then put the tea bucket into the blue and white porcelain pot, picked up the kettle on one side, and poured a steaming water line into it.

Almost at the same time, the sweetness of osmanthus blossoms, followed by the aroma of tea, which mixes to form a clear and pleasant aroma.

The old lady closed the lid of the kettle, and after a few seconds, opened it again and took the tea bucket out of it.

She smiled and said, "The time for Bagui tea to brew should not be too long, otherwise it will be bitter."

Then, with a flip of her wrist, the pale golden waterline first fell into the cup in front of Li Dongfei, and when it was poured into seven minutes, the waterline closed and turned to Chang Xian.

The tea is fragrant, and not a drop of it is spilled!

At this time, the spout of this Eight Immortals pot was at least a meter away from the cups of the two!

Not to mention being idle, Rao is Li Dongfei has seen the world, and he is also a little stunned, watching it.

After the old lady finished pouring it and poured it in front of herself, he stood up and praised sincerely: "Grandma Twelve, your skill in pouring tea is really amazing!"

After pouring her tea, the old lady smiled slightly, and motioned, "You two, please use it slowly."

Chang Xian lowered his head and picked up the rabbit hair, brought it to the end of his nose, and sniffed it lightly.

The refreshing fragrance poured in, which was extremely attractive, but what was even more striking was the current appearance of the bottom of the teacup.

The most conspicuous thing is the golden "rabbit hair" on the wall at the bottom of the pot, which is the result of the high temperature change of the metal when the porcelain is fired.

The tea cup in front of me has the same thickness of gold wires, evenly distributed around the wall of the cup, showing a radial shape.

Against the backdrop of the yellowish tea, the gold becomes brighter and brighter, and is lined with a black and blue background behind it, which simply ignites the stars in the sky, which is beautiful.

Chang Xian smiled slightly, raised his glass, and took a sip gently.

The aroma melted into substance and slid down the throat.

At this moment, the fragrance rose like a cloud, as if it penetrated every cell in his mind, and the aftertaste was leisurely!

Li Dongfei closed his eyes and enjoyed it, shook his head and said: "It's really good tea, but it's a pity that the book is less hated when it is used, and I don't know how to describe it."