Our topic is obviously ceramics. Despite the language barrier, we talked enthusiastically with professional translators. Maybe the old man thought I was not a fool and made a cup of tea from the back room on a whim and put it on my desk. I took only one look and was shocked. On the tray painted with black paint and gold, a small colored porcelain cup lay quietly. The cup is too small to hold, as thin as an eggshell, with a few chickens painted on it. Gu Zhuo is very cute. The old man motioned for me to use tea.
I know this cup is Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cylinder Cup, which was once the crown of colored porcelain, admired by many heroes, and ruined by many wealthy businessmen and tycoons. This Doucai Chicken Cylinder Cup was won by the elderly at an auction in Hong Kong in the 1980s for more than 5 million Hong Kong dollars. Usually in the museum, you can only face each other through the glass, but now you are lying quietly in front of me, the tea soup is yellowish and fragrant, and the smoke is curling up.
I have respected the achievements of my predecessors since I learned about Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cylinder Cup. I never thought of drinking tea with this cup. Getting started is a great enjoyment.
The house is as quiet as nobody.
I gently picked up a small cup in my right hand, held it firmly in my left hand, drank all the tea in one gulp, and then saluted and thanked the old man. I said, "This is the most expensive tea I have ever drunk in my life."
The old man said, "tea is not expensive in cups, but in people." You are a distinguished guest and a bosom friend. "