My Third Gentleman

Chapter 99 Visiting the Old Chief (3)

"The eighteenth woman has changed. I haven't seen you in more than ten years. I've grown up so big? I almost couldn't recognize you when I saw your photos that day. Well, yes, it's more aura than you can see in the photos, kid Jingshan No, hiding my grandson's daughter so tightly, I only saw it today."

I haven't seen him in more than ten years... Qidong hid his face and smiled. It would be abnormal if a person hadn't changed in more than ten years.

Wushuang didn't know how to answer. He was a little embarrassed to be looked at by his old man. He just smiled and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Mu for the compliment. Grandpa Mu also told Grandpa the general style remains the same."

Only three generations from the Mu family came out of Mu Zhilan, a girl who was dressed as an army, but she was the girl who liked Jiao Di Di the most.

Mu Baichuan laughed, stroked his beard and asked, "Why don't you come with your grandpa?"

Wushuang didn't know how to answer. She didn't even know her grandpa when she came over this time, just in case it spread to grandpa's ears...

"Grandpa, what we don't know about Uncle Xia when we are here this time, let Wushuang take a drink first." Mu Jinchen relieved in time.

"Look at my memory, Chen Erchu is here as a stake, go and take out my tea set, use the best set of purple clay teapot, you bring back that set." He took Jing Wushuang's hand again. Here, we sit on the side of the tea boat and wait for tea."

Mu Baichuan usually loves Mu Jinchen the most. Now that he sees Wushuang, he has leaned aside.

Wushuang's hands are allowed to be held by the old man. The old man's hands are very thin, with only a thin layer of skin covered with bones, and it is also very cold, covered with various shades of old age spots. Compared with his own tender little hands, Wushuang is for a while. I was so sad that I often heard my grandfather talk about how heroic the old chief was, how hard he was, but now he is...

After a while, Qidong came out with a tea set.

This looks like a good purple clay teapot, with a smooth color and natural oiliness, which is comparable to good jade, and the carved patterns on it are also ingenious.

The whole set is designed with dried plums. A main pot is equipped with six cups and six saucers. The spout is trumpet-shaped, vigorous and powerful. The handle rises up, meandering upwards, and is comfortable to hold. The body is dotted with plum blossoms. The carving skills are superb, the petal lines are clear, lifelike, and the charm is elegant. This is a rare top grade.

Mu Baichuan took it cautiously, and offered the treasure in front of Wufang as if touching the baby, "Shuanger come and see the baby my good grandson gave me. Not long after I opened the pot, I keep using the good Tieguanyin every day. See this color is getting better and better."

"This looks like an excellent purple sand. Have you collected it for decades?" Wushuang sighed.

"You have good eyesight. Of course, the teapot is used to make tea. With such a good teapot, I don't know what those people are doing in hiding."

This tea set has indeed been hidden by collectors for decades. It was heard that it was put out for auction because of poor capital turnover. When Mu Jinchen saw it by chance, he photographed it and gave it to his father.

The old man is open-minded by nature, even if it was auctioned at a sky-high price, when he came to him, it was just a tea container sent by his grandson.

Wushuang remembered something, pulled his backpack, and took out something wrapped in a newspaper.

She opened it layer by layer, but it was a piece of Pu'er tea the size of a small plate, "Grandpa Mu, shall we drink this?"

The old man's eyes and ears are not agile, but his nose is still very agile, and when he opens it, he can smell the old mellow fragrance.

Where are the babies?

(End of this chapter)