The first thousand five hundred and forty-four chapters
Haitang pushed open the bamboo floor as quickly as possible, took off the brass key hanging around her neck and poked it into the keyhole. She shook it and turned it to the left. The metal plate on the ground bounced away with a click, and it turned out to be a
In the old-fashioned metal cabinet, there is a very shiny stone ladle pot hidden in the velvet. This is the ancestral treasure of the Lao Hai family, the Fan Li Nongqin pot.
Haitang carefully took out the stone gourd pot and placed it on the coffee table, restored the secret cabinet on the floor to its original state, and then opened the door with the electronic key. He shouted to the door: "Teacher Mason, you can come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mason hurriedly opened the door and walked in. This old man had tasted the fragrant tea brewed from this magical stone ladle pot before, and he still couldn't forget it. It was precisely because of this pot that he had a deep understanding of Chinese civilization.
This is an indescribable feeling of admiration, which is a very strange feeling for the Rothschild family owner who worships money first.
Xu Qing and Eve followed behind and walked in. Mason had already taken off his shoes and sat at the coffee table. His blue eyes were staring at the stone pot without blinking. It looked like he had seen a long-lost lover, but he still slipped away naked.
The one lying on the bed, with undisguised desire flashing in his blue eyes.
Xu Qing carried a small suitcase and walked to the coffee table and sat down. He happened to be opposite Haitang. He watched him methodically start to arrange a cup of tea. Even though he was a man, he had a pair of slender hands with slender fingers.
Holding the tea at the tip, he put the tea leaves into the pot. The spring water that had already boiled rushed into the mouth of the pot. There was no need to wash the tea. He simply tilted the pot and poured the tea into the cup.
The moment the amber tea fell from the spout into the cup, a white mist slowly rose up, lingering half an inch above the spout. Xu Qing could see a layer of pale golden energy attached to the surface of the stone ladle pot, following his
The Xi Shi pots in his hands were generally the same, even the inner alchemy embedded in the pot bottom and the handle were similar. Seeing this, he already understood nine points in his heart. He dared to believe that these two pots were made by the same person, but he didn't know that the pots were made by the same person.
What will the white mist on the mouth look like?
Just as I was thinking about it, the white mist above the spout had accumulated to a certain concentration, and the answer immediately emerged. It was a man in ancient clothes, with billowing robes blowing in the wind, sitting cross-legged in the mist and playing the piano. Although it was impossible to hear the sound of the piano, the sound was still there.
The man's swaying body can make people feel that he is playing the piano, and you can even clearly see his fluttering turban.
Xu Qing felt that this man playing the piano was far inferior to the dancing beauties in ancient times. If this teapot was worth a billion dollars, then the Xishi teapot with the dancing beauty would be at least several times more expensive. The prerequisite was that he met a super rich person who was stupid and rich.
There is one rich man right in front of him, but he must first see the differences before he can distinguish the good from the bad.
Mason waited for a cup of tea to be filled and immediately reached out to pick up the cup. He put the rim of the cup to his high nose and took a deep breath. The intoxicated look was written on his face, squeak - the way a wealthy foreigner drinks tea.
It is almost the same as a good old man drinking high-alcohol wine, but it is out of the category of drinking, so sipping is more appropriate.
"Is it really that delicious? Give me half a cup, too." Xu Qing reached out and picked up the tea cup in front of him and brought it directly to Haitang. He was originally a master who was not polite, and he just wanted to try this tea out of a simple thought.
What's the difference?
This move seemed rude in Haitang's eyes. It was so unprofessional for a bodyguard to do such a thing before his employer was drunk. As a student of Mason, it was natural for him to feel resentful towards his teacher.
, he thought about the impolite and bold bodyguard in front of him.
"Drinking tea is a mood and a pursuit. You can't take over the role. You still need to understand the minimum politeness..." Haitang spoke slowly, which sounded like he was talking to himself but actually meant something. Huzui'er
He never came close to the cup Xu Qing handed him, and it was clear that he was not going to pour him tea.
Xu Qing was not a fool. How could he not see that the other party was deliberately targeting him? He simply put his hand back and said with a smile: "There is nothing surprising about this teapot. I happened to bring a cheap purple clay teapot and wanted to borrow it."
If you make a good pot of tea with your tea leaves, don’t be so careless and give me a nice word."
Haitang's expression was stagnant, but she soon returned to normal, and said expressionlessly: "If you have a pot, feel free to do so, but I won't help you pour tea."
Xu Qing nodded and said: "Thank you, I just like to drink tea brewed in my own pot. As the saying goes, you can make enough food and clothing by yourself." After saying that, he reached out and picked up the small suitcase beside him, placed it on his knees and opened it.
In addition to a few sets of clothes, there was also a seemingly ordinary Xi Shi pot. In the eyes of collectors, this kind of pot is the least valuable.
Haitang had already poured fragrant tea for the teacher and his daughter. He now had a few minutes to see what the bodyguard who was carrying a purple clay pot was doing.
The tea is the finest Wuyi rock tea, and the water is collected from springs all the way from the mountains to the west of Jin City. They are all top quality. Xu Qing did not have any research on these things. He opened the lid of the pot and put it aside.
, he picked up a handful of tea leaves from the tea can and put it into the mouth of the pot. He didn't know how to use the Six Gentlemen of the Tea Ceremony, he just wanted to make it comfortable and convenient.
After having enough food and clothing, Xu Qing poured the boiling water into the spout of the pot. After about five seconds, he began to pour tea into the cup. The amber tea soup flowed out of the spout and turned into a thin water column that fell into the cup.
At this moment, a clearly discernible wisp of white mist rose from the spout, coiled over the spout, and the ancient woman with fluttering clothes appeared in prototype, and began to dance.
A man who can play the piano and a woman who can dance. Now not only Haitang's eyes are firmly attracted, but even Mason, who has just finished drinking the tea in his hand, is holding his breath and his blue eyes are almost popping out of his sockets.
Although men are amazing, they are more amazing than dancing women.
When the cup was full of tea, Xu Qing lifted the pot slightly, and the water column immediately stopped flowing out. He picked up the tea cup and brought it to his mouth and took a sip. The taste was slightly stronger than the tea he drank before. At this moment, Mason pinched
He handed over the empty cup in front of him and said in a trembling voice: "Pour me a cup and taste the difference in taste."
Xu Qing didn't show any pretense. He poured the pot and poured him a cup. After admiring the dancing woman again, he suddenly had a wonderful idea in his mind. What would happen if two pots were filled with water at the same time? Is it possible?
Does a man who knows how to play the piano mean he is accompanying a dancing woman?
"It's so wonderful. The two kinds of tea seem to represent two kinds of people. The man is thick and modest, and the woman is charming and enchanting. It's really amazing..." Mason squinted and put down the empty cup in his hand, but he kept praising her.
Haitang looked at the Xi Shi pot with unblinking eyes, as if in deep thought, and murmured in her mouth, "Fan Li played the piano and Xi Shi danced. Is this God's will?"