After hearing what the old man said, Song Zixuan immediately laughed. He was indeed influenced by the old man, but now he is a chef and is really interested in the rare kitchen utensils mentioned by the old man.

Fang Jingzhi held the jade Pixiu in his hand and his expression immediately became serious. He picked it up and down, left and right and looked at it several times.

"What a thing. People used to call Laokeng, but now there are not many, and the color is not bad. Unfortunately, there is no electric bin, otherwise grandpa would be more beautiful inside." The electric bin is a local language, that is, flashlights.

"You're so interesting. Can you still see jade in your 80s?" Song Zixuan said with an exaggerated expression.

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him: "Young fart with grandpa, it's all secondary. Grandpa first-size knows which material is this."

"Yes, why don't you say that you are a wise man? Hehe, grandpa, I'll test you. What's the price of this jade?" Song Zixuan smiled and said, and he also used Sang Tianshuo's words just now to test this old man. He dared to make a promise. The old man was at home for so many years, but he couldn't tell the real price!

"Price?" Fang Jingyi smiled, "This thing should be counted in six figures."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan was stunned. Prices have soared over the years, and the prices of anything have changed exponentially. How could the old man hit it?

"Six digits? Please give me a number!" Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi smiled and gestured with a "2" gesture: "Twenty-hundred thousand, boy, you've got a bargain!"

"Picking up a bargain? How do you know I'm picking up a bargain? What if I spend more than 200,000?"

"Hahaha, you still have the word "poverty" on your face now, and you have 200,000 yuan... I don't believe it!"

Fang Jingzhi said it in one sentence. In what Song Zixuan thought, if this treasure was really a few thousand yuan, he might not be willing to buy it, and it was almost the same as 200 yuan.

Although he understands, he really can't be generous. Of course, it also depends on his childhood experience. From childhood to adulthood, Song Zixuan was afraid of being poor. At least at this stage, he had money and was really reluctant to spend it like this.

"Okay, grandpa, you really have it. Next time I'll bring you a phone call and you'll take a look," said Song Zixuan, leaning closer to Fang Jingzhi with a smile on his face, "That...you've finished watching now, do you see..."

Fang Jingzhi looked at Song Zixuan and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, grandpa will show you a look!"

After saying that, the old man stood up, and Song Zixuan hurriedly helped him to the cabinet beside him.

The cabinet is made of rosewood, with large gold patterns on the front and gray on the back. It is the cabinet collected by Fang Jingzhi in the 1970s. According to him, the cabinet was able to last until the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, Song Zixuan never questioned this. After all, only real fun can be retained for so many years.

However, Fang Jingzhi did not take out any treasure from the cabinet, but took out a copper key. The copper key was very long, with two teeth in front and round handles at the back, which looked full of age.

Then, Fang Jingzhi closed the cabinet door and walked out of the room with the key. Fang Jingzhi's courtyard was not very big, but there were three rooms in addition to the kitchen and toilet. One of the rooms was piled with various wooden bookshelves, tall cabinets and beds.

Song Zixuan came in to clean it. Every time he carefully wiped the dust on it, he also noticed that there were several porcelain bottles in the corner of the wall, containing dozens of calligraphy and paintings.

But Song Zixuan had never been in another room. The old man hung a copper lock all year round. Song Zixuan once asked, but the old man had no positive answer.

But at this time, Fang Jingzhi walked towards the room.

When he walked to the door of the house, he stopped and said, "Sun Zhe, wait at the door, do you know?"

"Okay, grandpa." Although Song Zixuan often jokes with the old man, he never is too big or too young, and he has always been obedient to the old man's instructions.

Fang Jingzhi walked into the room and when the lights were turned on, Song Zixuan could see the dim lights through the crack of the door, but he did not get close. After all, this was Mr. Fang's privacy.

After about twenty minutes, the old man walked out of the house and held a box that was fifty or sixty centimeters long in his hand.

The box is not a precious wood, but cloth surface. Some parts of the surface have been damaged, revealing the white background inside. However, even so, it still cannot stop Song Zixuan's expectations.

"Grandpa, why has it been so long..."

"Nonsense, I must not appreciate the things I have stored first?" Fang Jingzhi gave Song Zixuan a blank look and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take it over?"

"oh oh."

Song Zixuan took the box closer and found that the weight was really heavy: "Wow, it's so heavy."

"Barring nonsense, which one is really good kitchenware, is it light?"

After Fang Jingzhi finished speaking, he walked back to the room, and Song Zixuan also followed him with the box in his arms.

Song Zixuan placed the box on the table and gently brushed off the floating soil on the surface with his hands. When he opened the box, a sense of respect suddenly arose in his heart, which was considered a respect for the chefs in his early years.

The moment the box was opened, Song Zixuan was immediately shocked by the heavy feeling of history that was rushing to his face.

This feeling of heaviness does not come from the texture or weight of the fried spoon, but the depth accumulated over countless years.

Song Zixuan originally thought that the phoenix-patterned fried spoon was a wok, but he didn't expect it to be a spoon used for stir-frying. It was about 45 cm long and was silver-white all over. There was a feather-like pattern carved in the hand. There was a croaker at the end of the fried spoon. It was obviously integrated with the fried spoon, not splicing. After all, there was no electric welding technology at that time.

The fried spoon feels delicate but has a sense of vicissitudes. The surface is soft and cool. The phoenix feathers can prevent the spoon from sliding, especially the phoenix head. It is simply lifelike, with sharp eyes, and the domineering and noble that belongs to the phoenix.

"Grandpa, this is really a spoon. I thought it was a big fried spoon we usually use." Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi picked up his hand and took a sip of the purple clay pot, and said, "That's right, there are several statements about these kitchens in the chef world. Some are called woks and stir-fry spoons, and some are called woks and stir-fry shovels, but they are all just names. To put it bluntly, this phoenix-patterned stir-fry spoon is also a stir-fry shovel."

Song Zixuan nodded when he heard this. Faced with such a beautiful fried spoon, he naturally didn't bother to worry about the name of the kitchen utensils.

He picked up the fried spoon and weighed it: "This fried spoon is really worth it. Grandpa, won’t you be tired after using such a fried spoon for a long time?"

"A chef's requirements for physical fitness almost exceed the cooking skills. After all, if you have a long time to master the skills, no matter how good the cooking skills are, it will be useless. The arm strength and waist strength are of course the most important."

"That's good...but using a lighter wok frying spoon can at least save some effort. Why waste it if you save it?" Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi smiled: "Silly boy, have you used scales? You just sell vegetables and fruits?"

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "I have used it. When I was a child, I often went to the vegetable seller at the entrance of the alley, and I also played with their scales."

"When weighing the weight of the scale is first measured, and then using the total weight to subtract the weight of the scale is the real weight of the goods, right?" Fang Jingzhi asked. Song Zixuan nodded: "That's right, but grandpa, now he uses electronic scales, and he can peel it directly, that is, measure the net weight."

"The truth is the same, but you have to remember that the peeled skin must first weigh the amount. If the peeled skin is one or two, then the total weight will be reduced by one or two, even if it is one pound, the same is true. But if the weight is very small... how can I reduce it?"

Song Zixuan was silent for a few seconds: "I understand Grandpa. If you can't reduce it, it's not accurate. It's like cooking. If you can't clearly understand the weight of your pot and spoon, you can't calculate the best time to heat up!"

"Yes, the boy is smart enough. Everyone can make delicious food with their own fried spoon. If you change the pot, it is very likely that it will be a few points short of it. Because he does not understand enough, he cannot judge how big the fire is and how long it will last. But when it comes to understanding, the heavier the pot, the easier it is to control it. This is also called hand-pressing and hand-pressing in the chef world."

"I have heard of following the hands. Boss Yang changed a wok for Zhang Kui, and Zhang Kui said that the new pot is very follow the hands and is very useful."

"That's the reason. If the pot is handy, cooking is a pleasure, but if it is too light, it will have no feeling and cooking will become meaningless."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly and felt what the old man said, but his hands never left the phoenix-patterned fried spoon. Whether it was the vicissitudes of texture or the coldness of the hand, he wanted to ignite the flames now and heat the pot to make the phoenix-patterned fried spoon rich in his past style!

Back then, this phoenix-patterned fried spoon became popular in the world of chef gods during the Yongzheng period, and modern times... I really don’t know if it will be glorious again.

"Grandpa, is this pot silver?"

"Silly boy, how could it be silver? Silver products can be used as some utensils, but they cannot directly contact the flame, and they will melt. This is a pier iron!"

"Dun iron? What is that? Does it belong to iron?" Song Zixuan asked.

"The forging of pier iron originated from Sui Dynasty. It is similar to steel, but has the characteristics of iron. In today's terms, it has rich iron elements, but its hardness is greater than that of iron. Its color is not what you call silver, but white!"

Song Zixuan looked at the phoenix-patterned fried spoon in his hand seriously. In fact, it was not too white. He nodded: "Grandpa, this iron is very rare? I have never heard of it."

"Haha, because the hardness of the pier iron is high, the brittleness is high. If it is hard, it will not deform but will break. From its appearance, it has been basically used by the chef industry. Later, due to the loss of forging technology, it has become amazing. I think there should be no more than three pieces of pier iron kitchenware now."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan opened his eyes wide and realized that the fried spoon in his hand was so rare. If it comes to value, in his opinion, it was more precious than the jade Pixiu...

The grandparents and grandson chatted a little more, so Fang Jingzhi put away the fried spoon and rested. Song Zixuan also left, but his mind was full of phoenix-patterned fried spoons. The kitchen utensils were indeed the most beautiful fried spoon he had ever seen.

The next morning, Song Zixuan washed up and went out. He was about to go to the bus stop when he saw a van parked at the entrance of the alley. The person driving was Lei Zi, the subordinate of the Eighth Master!

When Lei Zi saw Song Zixuan, he waved: "Master Song, here!"

When he shouted, the door of the van was opened and six people walked down from above in turn. Song Zixuan was stunned: "Lei Zi, what does this... mean?"

"The shuttle bus for you by Master Eight will be specially sent to and from get off work in the future, let's get on," said Lei Zi, "You guys are more careful and protect Master Song!"

"Yes!" several people said in unison.

Song Zixuan was stunned. Including himself and Lei Zi, there were actually eight people on this car. This... the shuttle bus that gave one person was overloaded. It was really the strongest shuttle bus...
Chapter completed!