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Chapter 197 Purple Clay Pot

Shen Si raised his eyebrows.

The old man's hand was empty, and when he heard the sound of the purple clay pot breaking, his face turned pale with anger.

Yan gently knelt down to pick up the pieces, fearing that the old man would be even angrier if he saw them.

Shen Si shrugged, "You are the one who came to beat me."

The expression on his face was extremely beating, even looking at Yan gently, he wanted to give him a good beating.

This is too much.

The old man just lost his love pot, so can't he be more tactful.

She handed out the pieces in her hand, "Don't be sad, although it's not a good pot."

It's okay if she didn't say that, but after saying that, the old man didn't even look at the pot, and stared at her, "Isn't it a good pot?"

"The new pot I got a few days ago is such a treasure. You can't find another one in the whole capital. You can't tell me?"

Yan Weiwei could feel that the old man was a genuine person.

After so many years of immersion in the mall, it was very real in front of her grandson. She could feel the weight of Chen Si in his heart.

She smiled, spread her palms, and revealed the fragments in front of him.

The old man closed his eyes in pain.

Yan gently picked up a fragment of the pot body, "It's all patted, doesn't it look like a new item?"

The old man's mood stabilized a little, "You understand this?"

"I can't tell if I understand or not."

It's just that her cousin is in the tea business and has monopolized half of the tea market in Hua Guoxiao. She often goes to her stall to drink tea, and she has seen a few purple sand teapots.

"I collected this from an old collector in Beijing. It feels warm and moist to the touch, and it's a top-quality Xi Shi pot."

Yan nodded slightly, "It's not bad, but it's a half-hand pot. Although it's not bad, I don't think it's worth collecting."

If it's for ordinary play, a half-hand pot is not bad, but for Mr. Shen's rare playing, a half-hand pot is not worth it.

The old man didn't expect her to tell so many secrets, but he wouldn't easily believe that what he paid a lot of money for was out of shape.

"How do you know it's not all hands?"

Yan gently pawed and pulled in his hands, picked up a fragment of the body of the pot, and looked at the sunlight outside the study window, "I can't say it, but I have seen it a lot, and I think this pot is too ingenious, and it is a bit lacking." Shen Yun."

Mr. Shen didn't look at the fragments in her hand anymore, but instead looked at her, "Where did you know this?"

It's strange that one can understand purple clay teapots at such a young age.

Yan Gently piled up the scraps in his hand on the table, and patted the scraps in his hands twice, "It's nothing, that is, my cousin opened a tea shop, so I often go to drink tea."

"Oh, so it's an expert?"

Yan smiled lightly and shook his head, "Of course not, my cousin is in small business."

Of course, I hope that Li Yiran will never know that he said her business is a small business, otherwise he will definitely show her his business license, company stock price, and market valuation in front of her and tell her that if this is a small business, all There is no large tea business in Huaguo.

Mr. Shen's interest in pots suddenly faded, and the little girl in front of him was quite difficult to figure out.

After all, even the way her grandson looked at her changed.

It seems that he has never revealed his truth before, and he has never shown such a hand in front of others.

Yan Weiwei felt that Shen Si's grip on his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

She actually expected his reaction.

She knew that she would reveal something when she came to Shen's house, but she had to come.

　I really don’t know anything about purple clay teapots. Don’t listen to me, just watch the fun. Friends who like it can find it online or in books.

　　There is one more chapter to read tomorrow, go to sleep
　　
　
(End of this chapter)