With a Door In Mind

Seeing that Qin Xiao was looking at the bronze man seriously, Zhou Xiaochuan watched for a while, then went up.

Need to get the car out.

After leaving the basement, old man Qin washed his face and was making tea.

Zhou Xiaochuan greeted him, "Master, I'll return the car."

Old man Qin waved his hand at him.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan left the hall and drove away.

After a while, when he came back, old man Qin was leaning on the recliner, shaking the chair, closing his eyes and taking the purple sand pot to his mouth from time to time.

Zhou Xiaochuan brought a lunch box and put it on the table, which will be used for cooking later.

Then he moved the bench and sat next to old man Qin, looking at the purple clay pot in his hand.

This purple clay teapot is not the traditional purple-black color, but golden yellow.

The whole body of the pot is in the shape of a pumpkin, even the lid on the

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the purple sand pot and teased Old Man Qin, "Master, this pot is so ugly, how about I change it for you?"

If he didn't know that there were no fakes at this time, he would have thought it was a handicraft made by later generations.

When Hu Laosan was asked to collect things for him, the government gave him a warehouse.

There are many sets of purple sand pots in it.

Old man Qin only took a fancy to this heresy.

He is not a stingy person, so he will give it if he gives it, but he is still curious about the origin of this pot.

Hearing his words, old man Qin opened his eyes and gave him a blank look, then closed them again.

He muttered in his mouth, "Uneducated!"

Zhou Xiaochuan was choked up when he heard the words. Thieves are not scary, but they are educated.

Then he snatched the purple sand pot from old man Qin's hand and looked at it.

The body of the pot is in the shape of a pumpkin, engraved with a poem "imitation of Dongling style, full of snow and Kongxiang", engraved with regular script "Mingyuan", and "Chen Mingyuan" printed on the bottom in Yangwen seal script.

After reading it, there is nothing strange about it.

Seeing old man Qin stretch out his hand with his eyes closed, he put the teapot in his hand again.

The old man took the teapot, took a sip, and said slowly: "Chen Mingyuan's name is Mingyuan, his name is Hefeng, and he is also named Shixiashanren, Huyin. He was a top artist in Yixing Zisha during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. A famous artist with great achievements. All of his works are unique. This pot was once entered in the imperial court, and it was probably awarded to Li Hongzhang later.”

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded, guessing that many things in his space came from Li Hongzhang's house.

Then he laughed and said, "Then what if it was faked by later generations?"

Old man Qin glanced at him, and said to him, "You don't understand if you talk too much, bring me a bowl of water."

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan brought a bowl of water over in doubt.

Old man Qin drank the water in the pot, poured another pot, raised the pot high, and a round water line flowed down.

Not a drop of water splashed on the water.

The old man Qin glanced at him and said, "I won't tell you anything else. It's not something that ordinary craftsmen can do. Such people don't bother to make fakes!"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words, but this can only be said now, and he will try it when it is changed.

As long as they can make money, there are people who are willing to dig ancestral graves.

But ordinary craftsmen really can't do this level.

"I think back then,

Lao Tzu's team just opened,

There are only a dozen people and seven or eight guns in total.

When the "imperial army" chased me, I was dizzy, thanks to Mrs. Ah Qing..."

The old man Qin was humming the Peking Opera "Shajiabang" with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan thought about bringing a radio to the old man one day. The reclining chair, teapot, and radio, the three major artifacts for elderly care these days will be all alive.

Then he smiled and left to go to the basement.

At the bottom, Qin Xiao is holding a silver needle, carefully testing the acupuncture points non-stop!

He didn't bother, he sat on the chair next to him, crossed his arms and crossed his legs, and watched her play with a smile.

After a while, Qin Xiao came back to his senses, and looked at Zhou Xiaochuan in embarrassment.

Putting down the silver needle in his hand, he walked over and pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Put it here first! I'll get it later when I have time!"

"Okay, go up and make dumplings! I brought oil residue!"

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally agreed, and took her little hand up.

After coming up, Qin Xiao broke free from his big hand.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the old man Qin who was closing his eyes, and said with a smile, "Old man, is it okay to have dumplings at noon? Oily Chinese cabbage and sauerkraut pork stuffing!"

In fact, old man Qin is from the north, so he still likes to eat pasta.

But after coming to this place for so long, Mi can accept it.

The problem is that it’s not good if you don’t accept it. It’s good to be able to eat enough. There is no choice.

The old man Qin opened his eyes and licked his lips: "Okay, let's have some wine at noon!"

Dumplings are like wine, the more you drink, the better!

"Okay, then you stay here all the time, Xiaoxiao and I went to the kitchen to make dumplings!"

"Don't go, I'll do it, you stay with grandpa!"

At Zhou Xiaochuan's house, he was fine with cooking, how could he be allowed to cook here!

Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head, "It's okay, you do it alone, when will it be!"

After speaking, he took Qin Xiao to the kitchen.

Old man Qin just glanced at it, tightened his big cotton coat, and hummed with his eyes closed.

In the kitchen, Zhou Xiaochuan took out the prepared oil residue and prepared pork from the lunch box, and the two of them started making it there.

One with noodles and one with stuffing.

Zhou Xiaochuan still prefers dumplings with soup, and boiled a pot of bone soup as the soup base.

Qin Xiao fried some peanuts by the way, to serve with wine later.

Seeing that Qin Xiao made so many noodles, Zhou Xiaochuan hurriedly said, "It's too much! You can't finish eating so much at night!"

Qin Xiao smiled and said while meeting each other:

"It's okay. I see that you brought so many things. Make more later. When you leave, take some back to Auntie and Xiaomi to eat, so you don't have to go back and pack again!"

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't stop him when he heard the words, although he had it in his space, and it was convenient to do it, as long as he has this kind of heart.

Hearing her address just now, he teased and said, "You're still called Auntie! You have to change your mouth after getting your certificate!"

"Hmph, I haven't entered the door yet! Not counting as your daughter-in-law!"

Qin Xiao pouted and snorted.

Then blushed and continued to meet.

Zhou Xiaochuan adjusted the dumpling stuffing and smiled at her, "Hey, I'll go back and tell my mother that you don't want to call her!"

"you dare!!"

Qin Xiao waved his small fist and threatened him.

It's just that it doesn't have any deterrent effect.

Men and women match, work is not tired.

The two talked and laughed, and wrapped the dumplings.

Zhou Xiaochuan saw that the cooked dumplings didn't smell at all, and suddenly found a good way to avoid other people's noses to eat meat.

As I said, there are more solutions than difficulties!

Tell Lao Zhao and his sister another day.

On the dinner table, there are cabbage dumplings with oil residue, pork dumplings with sauerkraut, peanuts, and some balsamic vinegar and soy sauce.

Old man Qin picked up a piece of dumpling, dipped it in some vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

Afterwards, he ate a garlic clove, took a sip of the wine, and said with satisfaction: "The oily Chinese cabbage dumplings are delicious!"

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled, raised his wine glass, "Old man, come on, let's go one more time!"

The two had a drink.

Old man Qin took a sip of his wine, put a mouthful of peanuts in his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Xiaochuan, he sighed and said: "It's been more than ten years! Back then you were just a kid, but now you're a grown man, old man! It's too late to be old! I don't know what else Years to look forward to!"

"Grandpa~Grandpa~"

Qin Xiao glared at her grandfather in dissatisfaction.

The old man Qin looked at his granddaughter's expression, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay! Don't talk, it's okay, eat, eat!"

Zhou Xiaochuan also smiled, what is going on here!

Maybe in the future, if a white-haired person gives a black-haired person, he will live longer than your son!

But he dare not say that!

After eating, Qin Xiao went to wash the dishes. The old man Qin took out the pipe that he hadn't smoked for a long time and started to smoke.

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look, and the old man seemed to seldom smoke. He came here so many times, and this was the only time he was seen smoking.

I didn't ask him to quit. After smoking for a lifetime, I guess there is no way to quit.

In the afternoon, I accompanied Qin Xiao to study the bronze figure for a while.

Play chess with the old man again.

In the evening, he cooked the dumplings prepared at noon, and then he went back with his things.

Walking on the road, Zhou Xiaochuan finally came to his senses.

I was planning to go on a date, but in the end I wasted another day like this. If I had known that bronze figure, I wouldn't have shown it.

Back home, the little guy has come back from school.

Seeing what Zhou Xiaochuan was carrying, he asked, "Where did you go? Are you looking for your sister-in-law?"

Zhou Xiaochuan patted her head, and said with a smile: "Hey, not bad, it's thanks to you, sister Xiaoxiao, who didn't forget to make dumplings."

After speaking, put things on the table.

Xiaomi laughed when he heard the words, and opened the lunch box, it was still hot inside.

Without washing his hands, he pinched one and put it in his mouth. He mumbled in his mouth, "Well, it's delicious. It's much more delicious than your bag."

Zhou Xiaochuan rolled his eyes, this girl was raised for nothing.

"Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan!"

Just as he was about to speak, there was a burst of shouting at the door.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked out after hearing the words, and saw Wang Weidong standing anxiously at the door, like an ant in a hot pot.

He frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he guessed why he was coming here.

He turned around and walked out of the main room.

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