Song Zixuan frowned slightly and looked at Wang Chengyong. From that look, he knew that he was holding some bad water.

But he really wanted to see the Qingtie Wok, so he said, "You talk about it first, what are the conditions."

Wang Chengyong smiled: "This is simple. I fell in love with a pair of winter melon jars, but it is not easy to get. You have to be a nursery for me."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed: "You are a bit too big. Even your prince doesn't feel it's easy to use. What's the use of me as a nursery?"

"Hey... this is wrong. If it were a normal thing, I would probably be able to take it down, but you know that this thing is in a Western restaurant. I don't understand that, so I have to find a nurseryman."

As he said that, Wang Chengyong had a drink and pointed at Song Zixuan and said, "You are the only one."

Song Zixuan was silent for a moment and smiled: "Is this your condition? That green iron wok..."

"Okay, I'll take it for you now. You'll see enough today!"

Song Zixuan quickly raised his hand: "No, don't, don't be busy, tell me first, how good is this pair of winter melon jars."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chengyong was stunned for a moment. With several contacts, he still knew something about Song Zixuan. This kid liked things so much that he should be anxious to see the Qingtie Wok now, but suddenly he was not anxious...

He looked at Song Zixuan and said, "What's wrong? Are you thinking about my iron wok or the pair of winter melon jars? Well, we've agreed. If you think about it, I won't look for you for this job."

"Hey, I said why are you old man so wrong? I'll ask, learn, learn from you."

Wang Chengyong looked at him suspiciously: "Purely studious?"

"Yes, otherwise?"

"Oh, then I'll tell you, boy, what dynasty is the winter melon jar from?"

"Qing Dynasty, Republic of China."

"Okay, it's a bit interesting. Let me tell you that there were winter melon jars in the Qing Dynasty, which started from Daoguang, but there were also during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, but there was no name for winter melon jar at that time."

"You mean...you're interested in this couple?"

"That's absolutely impossible, and it's not porcelain." Wang Chengyong said confidently.

"Not porcelain?" Song Zixuan thought for a while, "Cloisonné enamel?"

"Experts, you see, you have to tell the experts that this is right, it's just cloisonné enamel and copper jars, all without repairs. I've read it seven or eight times."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan took a breath: "Ming, cloisonné enamel jar, the whole product... how much is it worth?"

In fact, Song Zixuan really knows a lot about antiques, but his only disadvantage is that he doesn’t understand the price. It’s like when he took Ke Saner’s jade Pixiu, he only knew it was a very gentle top-quality product, but the price was undeniable.

"If it's an ordinary thing, hundreds, thousands, twenty or thirty thousand, but I guess this pair is six figures to base it." Wang Chengyong took a sip of wine and said.

"What's so expensive? What do you think about this?" Song Zixuan said.

"The whole product is well preserved, and the craftsmanship of this pair is obviously not from folk. The palace things themselves increase the value, and the pattern style is also grand. You will know it after you see it at that time." Wang Chengyong said.

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "That's the case, how much money do you think is appropriate to collect?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chengyong was stunned and said, "You boy, don't come with me. Are you going to do this? Are you planning to go by yourself? Let me tell you, I won't ask you for this."

"No, don't interfere. I just want to learn something and experience it by the way. When will we go?" Song Zixuan immediately smiled.

Wang Chengyong looked at him and shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm still worried. You kid are so handsome, you're not a good thing at first glance, forget it."

"Why are you taking care of the Xianger? Who can you ask for except me? I can't tell you that you are bald, right?"

Wang Chengyong pondered for a moment and said, "This is true. Let's do it tomorrow night?"

Song Zixuan thought about it and was going to see Huang Fa tomorrow afternoon, but no matter what, he had no friendship with him and should be able to get out of here at night, so he nodded.

"Okay, that's it, where can we meet?"

"Just that Liujin in the south of the city..." Wang Chengyong seemed to realize something halfway through his speech, "Don't meet me, can you come to me?"

"Then let's agree, I'll come down and show me the green iron wok." Song Zixuan said.

"Okay, I'm a happy person!"

After saying that, Wang Chengyong got up and walked into the inner room. Soon, he walked out with a wok, with a large piece of yellow cloth wrapped on it.

The yellow cloth was so dirty that it turned dark yellow, and the color was uneven. However, even so, Song Zixuan still widened his eyes and was full of expectations. After all, it was not only the thing Wang Chengyong said, but also a fine kitchen utensil.

In fact, modern kitchens have great advantages, but because mass production and ordinary materials are lost to the inherited kitchen utensils, which one of the good kitchen utensils in the early years was not a craftsmanship work?

After taking the wok, Song Zixuan pulled the yellow cloth down, and the true face of the wok was immediately revealed in front of him.

The front of the wok is bright silver all over, which looks like modern stainless steel, but it is whiter, and from the texture, it is also iron.

Although there are traces of oxidation on the surface, it should not fall off due to the long-term age and will not affect cooking.

Looking at the back of the wok, it was black and flawless, and there was no oil trace. It should have been carefully wiped by Wang Chengyong before it was put away.

The handshake of the wok is made of wood, but it is not a precious wood, it should not be mahogany.

"Is this... Qingtien?" Song Zixuan said with wide eyes.

Wang Chengyong sat on the chair, curled up his legs and stepped on the edge of the chair with his feet, and said, "That's right, Qingtien is born for kitchen utensils, and is born with good ingredients. Unfortunately, I only have a wok. If I could have a set of Qingtien kitchen utensils, it would be worth the money."

"Are kitchenware of years expensive?" Song Zixuan said.

"This is not to say whether it is expensive or not. The key is to whom to sell it. At the highest end of the Chinese chef industry, which chefs are not searching for good kitchen utensils? If you take a whole set of green iron kitchen utensils and they can grab it crazy, the price will definitely go up."

Song Zixuan nodded, the truth is right. Jade is sold to jade lovers, walnuts are sold to cultural players, and kitchen utensils are sold to chefs. The key is to look at the market and then discuss the price.

"Your Majesty, what you are talking about... refers to a wok and a frying spoon, right?" Song Zixuan said.

The prince nodded: "Yes, plus a pot of lid, it's all right, because the woks in the early years had pot lids, but the woody ones were not good, they couldn't sell at a price, and their practical value was not high."

Song Zixuan knew that Mr. Fang had said about the complete set of kitchen utensils, and the value must be the same. If a very expensive kitchen utensil is really made up, the value will definitely not be doubled by twice or three times.

"But in fact, the pots and utensils are not the best. If there are utensils, the cutting of the thing is so bright." Wang Chengyong said, as if he was holding the utensils in his hand, he made the gesture of cutting vegetables, and his expression was full of enjoyment.

Song Zixuan could see that Wang Chengyong must have been a not-so-simple chef in the past. Not only did he say that he was the chef of Xiao Yunxian'er, but he could even enjoy his fantasy cooking. This is really a love.

However, when she heard this, Song Zixuan remembered the knife that Gui Ye gave him that day.

After comparing it based on memory, the material of the knife is really similar to that of this blue-iron wok. The back of the knife is black and flawless, the blade is bright silver, and the color and texture are very similar.

When I saw the knife, Song Zixuan felt it was extraordinary. Could it be really a green kitchen knife?

"Prince, tell me, how is this good method of a blue iron knife?"

Wang Chengyong closed his eyes slightly and said, "The knife is so full that it is full and the blade is comfortable. If you cut a shredded pork, you don't need to scratch it. You can definitely cut off the fiber."

"Chop it directly?" Song Zixuan couldn't help but be surprised. Generally speaking, no matter how good the knife is, cutting the meat shredded meat, which means pulling from one end of the meat to the other end, breaking it directly... I have never heard of it.

"It's almost the same, but the chopping is inaccurate. It should be that the blade pressed down and the shredded meat was cut out."

"So fast? How thin is that blade?" Song Zixuan said.

Wang Chengyong smiled and said, "You are right. If the blade is cut like this, you may just cut something and roll the edges or cut it. But the sharp iron is different. Even if the knife is sharpened into thin slices, it can cut bones."

Song Zixuan breathed out and secretly decided to try it when he went back. If it was really like the prince said, he would have made a lot of money.

"It's true, it's still broken..."

Wang Chengyong ignored it, but continued to enjoy himself and said, "It's a pity, it's gone now. If I could use that knife to cut the shredded pork once, hahaha, it's worth it!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan suddenly felt a little respect in his heart, which was his respect for a chef who was fascinated by cooking.

"Is it so exaggerated? Is it still dead..."

"You don't understand. You are too young. If you can cook for the rest of your life, you will understand in the future."

Song Zixuan smiled: "Then I don't want to die either."

"Haha, I just said that, do you understand the metaphor? But to be honest, if that green iron knife really makes me feel one, I can give him this green iron wok!"

This sentence seemed to be on Song Zixuan's nerve line and he suddenly became energetic.

"Ah? You're serious?"

"It's a must."

"This pot has been with you for decades, and you have always relied on it for your glory before." Song Zixuan pointed at the Qingtie wok and said.

"You said that it was the glory of the past. Now I want to touch a blue iron knife. The feel is... comfortable!"

Song Zixuan smiled secretly and said, "You said this, Old Man Wang, I will get a blue iron knife one day... Let you cut the shredded pork once, and this wok will belong to me!"

"No problem, but you can't do it. I tell you, contemporary green iron tools are incomparable to old ones. They are all synthetic, and even if you really get them, they can't be knives. That thing is rare."

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Then don't worry, let's have a gentleman agreement. I really bring it to you. Will you give it to me if you give it to me?"

"You guys speak with spit and nail, can I still fool you?" Wang Chengyong said with a blank look.
Chapter completed!