Liu Dong had only heard the name of Da Hong Pao, the best tea, and had never seen the real thing before. Before the Republic of China, this kind of top oolong tea was only used as a royal tribute, and the annual output was rare. It can be called a national treasure. Now every gram of this kind of oolong tea is available in the market.
It's more than ten thousand yuan, more than ten times more expensive than gold. Unexpectedly, he was actually lucky enough to drink it today!
Seeing Uncle Long and Mr. Li picking up the teacups one after another, Liu Dong was not polite at that moment. He picked up the purple clay teacup on the table, held the edge of the cup with his thumb and index finger, and pressed the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, but did not drink directly.
, but first brought it to the tip of the nose and smelled it, then divided it into three sips, and slowly drank it into the mouth. The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any smell of fireworks.
Seeing Liu Dong's skillful movements, Mr. Li and Uncle Long next to him couldn't help showing surprise on their faces.
"Okay, you only know the taste after three mouthfuls and you are tempted after three times. I didn't expect that Xiaodong is also a person who is proficient in tea ceremony. Not many young people nowadays understand this." Mr. Li said with an expression full of appreciation. To be honest, after
After this contact, he became more and more fond of this young man who was modest and courteous and also well versed in tea ceremony.
Just like antiques, there are "one-spot" items. At this moment, Liu Dong's first impression on Mr. Li was very good.
"Thank you, Mr. Li. I used to see my father always drinking like this when he was at home, so I unconsciously followed suit!" Liu Dong said modestly. Normally, he wouldn't drink like this, but today's top
Shaoxing old purple sand and national treasure Dahongpao really aroused his tea nature.
"It seems that your father is not an ordinary person!" Mr. Li said with a smile.
“In China, tea drinking has a long history, and the tea ceremony is also regarded as a living art of cooking and drinking tea, a life etiquette using tea as a medium, and a lifestyle of self-cultivation using tea. Cultivation is the foundation of the tea ceremony.
It is the purpose of the tea ceremony. Through tea activities, tea people can enjoy themselves, cultivate their sentiments, and cultivate their minds and enlightenment. Therefore, in modern times, the real tea ceremony is called an elegant art, and not many people understand its essence."
After listening to Mr. Li's words, Liu Dong couldn't help but smile lightly, recalling his father in his mind. In his impression, his father's living habits and behavior were indeed not like an ordinary country farmer. Because in Liu Dong's impression
In addition to the tea ceremony, my father was also proficient in Go and calligraphy and painting. How much I like to carve is still influenced by my father.
"Grandpa, grandpa, I also want to drink Dahongpao!" Smelling the quiet fragrance of tea, the little girl who had been quietly nestling in Mr. Li's arms couldn't help but look longing after twitching her delicate little nose.
He shook the old man's arm seductively and said coquettishly.
"Nanny, do you want to drink too?" Mr. Li asked softly after touching the soft black hair on his granddaughter's head lovingly.
"Yes!" The little girl nodded heavily, with a look of longing on her little face, and her two big black eyes stared straight at the teacup in Mr. Li's hand.
"Okay, grandpa, let me pour you a cup too!" As he said, the old man picked up another teacup from the tray on the stone table, then picked up the purple sand teapot, filled it with more than half the cup, and first put it to his mouth to cool it down a bit before trying it.
After I felt that it wouldn't burn my mouth, I handed it to my granddaughter.
"Be careful, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it!"
Listening to grandpa's words, the little girl nodded, holding the teacup in her little hand, imitating the way Liu Dong and the others drank tea just now, first put it under Xiuting's little nose and smelled it, then brought it to her mouth to take a small sip.
Take a sip.
"Ah, it's so bitter!" the little girl said coquettishly, holding the tea cup and wrinkling her little face.
"Haha, haha!" The little girl's childlike look made the small courtyard burst into laughter.
Along with the alluring fragrance of tea in the courtyard, the greenery and the warm family happiness, the whole scene is indeed natural and harmonious, and the courtyard becomes more tranquil.
"Haha, okay, baby, take another sip, don't swallow it in a hurry, drink it slowly!" At this time, Uncle Long, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but start to teach the little girl step by step how to taste tea.
And just as they were talking, the middle-aged maid named Zhang had already walked over holding a thread-bound book of 16 pages and nearly four centimeters thick.
He took it from the maid's hand and touched the book. The cover looked a little rough due to frequent flipping. Mr. Li's face showed a trace of emotion and reminiscence, "Xiaodong, I picked up this book in the antique shop."
The notes I compiled over the past forty years record some of my experiences in appreciating all the antiques I have seen. Although it is not a classic book, I think it will still be of some help to your collection." He said.
Mr. Li stretched out his hands and placed it on the stone table in front of Liu Dong, "I will officially hand it over to you today!"
Seeing the old man's actions, Liu Dong wanted to take the book, but he was not a greedy person after all. He knew in his heart how valuable this thick antique appreciation notebook was to people who were interested in antiques.
It can be said bluntly that as long as the old man has accumulated experience over the past few decades and spends some time to supplement some basic appreciation knowledge, even a rookie who has not yet entered the industry can quickly become a good one.
Antique appraiser. At the same time, this book is what Liu Dong needs most when he plans to enter the antique shop. Compared with the general antique books in the bookstore, Mr. Li's notes are undoubtedly much more precious.
"Mr. Li, this is too precious, I can't accept it!"
"Yes, Lao Li! This is your life's hard work. Although I know that Xiaodong is a good kid, it's too hasty for you to take it out for the first time when we meet him!" At this time, Long was sitting aside.
Uncle couldn't help but advise.
Although he regards Liu Dong as his nephew, he also understands the value of this notebook in the hands of his old friend. It can truly be used as a family heirloom. As long as this book is available, the Li family will not lack excellent antique appraisals.
Master, the same Agarwood Pavilion can exist forever in the Quancheng antique market. Therefore, in terms of antique appraisal, this is a truly priceless treasure and a secret that has not been passed down.
After listening to his old friend's words, Mr. Li couldn't help but sigh, waved his hands, and said with a hint of helplessness on his face: "Old Long, you don't need to say anything, you don't know what's going on in my family."
You know, none of the children likes to collect antiques. Except for a few underage grandchildren, the others are basically not interested in these old things. My Chenxiang Pavilion now has no successor!"
After Uncle Long heard this, the look on his face quickly became a little lonely. The same was true for his Taiyi Pavilion. His son and grandson were all abroad, and the foundation he had worked hard for half his life also faced the situation of having no successors.
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but look up at Liu Dong, who was sitting calmly on the side. A trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Fortunately, someone has inherited my craftsmanship!"
"Xiaodong, since Lao Li is so kind, you don't need to refuse, just accept it!" At this time, Uncle Long suddenly said.
"Uncle Long, Mr. Li, is this appropriate?" Liu Dong said with some hesitation on his face.
"It's appropriate. Why isn't it appropriate? I'll leave it to you. You are so young, how can you be such a mother-in-law?" Mr. Li said with a hint of excitement in his words.
Seeing the persistence in the old man's eyes, Liu Dong hesitated for a moment, then took the book from the stone table. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly looked at the old man opposite and said firmly: "Mr. Li, I
I want to become your teacher and learn antique collection from you!"