Mind-reading girl is a little cute

Chapter 180 The purple sand teapot also has a soul

As if infected by the Oriental Pearl, Zhu Bin immediately picked up the teacup, blew lightly on it, and took a small sip cautiously.

Oriental Pearl looked at the purple-red teacup in her hand, fondled it lightly, and suddenly found a purple-red elf coming out of the teacup, blinking at her continuously.

"Cute elf, who are you?"

"Sister, can you see me?"

Oriental Pearl nodded, then looked up at Mr. Song who was sitting across from her and Zhu Bin who was sitting next to her. From their expressions that remained the same, she knew that they could neither see the elf nor hear herself and the elf. dialogue.

Flapping a pair of purple wings, the elf said in a soft voice: "Sister, I am the soul of the purple clay pot, and it was the old man Gong Chun who extracted me."

The Oriental Pearl Tower was stunned: "Could it be that the purple clay teapot also has a soul?"

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going back to sleep."

After the elf finished speaking, she slid into the teacup in the hand of Oriental Pearl and disappeared.

Oriental Pearl was stunned for a moment, then turned her eyes to the purple teapot again, and looked up at Song Lao, "Song Lao, is this a purple sand teapot?"

Song Lao twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked a little angrily: "Little girl, do you think that the things in the ancient book lending library of country A are fakes?"

Seeing that Mr. Song's tone was wrong, Zhu Bin quickly explained: "Mr. Song, don't be angry. It's not surprising that a little girl doesn't know the goods when she's new here!"

Oriental Pearl also quickly waved her hands, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, you misunderstood, I was asking if this purple sand pot is the work of ancient Gong Chun?"

Elder Song was startled, and it took a few minutes for him to react. He looked at the Oriental Pearl with excitement, and even his voice trembled: "Little girl, how do you know that this purple sand pot is the work of the ancient Gong Chun?"

You know, almost everyone who enters the ancient book collection of country A is a master who has a strong interest in and in-depth research on ancient culture, but Mr. Song has been using this very rough purple sand pot to make tea for them. They all thought it was because of the good tea, but no one thought it was related to the teapot.
Elder Song didn't point it out, until today, Dongfang Mingzhu, a bratty girl, said it out, how could he not be shocked?
When Zhu Bin heard this, he was also quite frightened. If this purple clay pot was made by Gong Chun, the originator of the purple clay pot, how could it be so simple as a priceless treasure?
Elder Song obviously hadn't recovered from the excitement caused by the Oriental Pearl, he leaned forward slightly, and tightly grasped the hand of the Oriental Pearl, his eagerness was beyond words:
"The surface of this purple clay pot is rough, and the workmanship is not fine. How can you insist that it is Gong Chun's work?"

Zisha teapot is unique to country A. It is a clay handicraft that integrates poetry, painting, sculpture, and hand-made. Therefore, poetry, painting, or carving are usually placed on the outside of the teapot body. After using it for a long time, it absorbs the tea leaves. The aroma in the tea itself is breathable, and the tea that is brewed has a very high nutritional value, so it is loved by connoisseurs.

Oriental Pearl took another sip of tea, and then replied with a smile: "Although your purple clay pot is not as moist and exquisite in color and workmanship as those other purple clay pots, it still has a soul in it."

"Could it be that the purple clay teapot also has a soul?" Zhu Bin and Song Lao asked in unison.

Oriental Pearl nodded, and was about to say something when suddenly an elegantly dressed young woman led a seven or eight-year-old boy into Country A's Ancient Books Lending Museum.

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, when the little boy saw the tea, he immediately broke free from his mother's hand that was holding him tightly, and ran to the three of them, without saying a word, he picked up the pot of oolong tea that was already cold , raised his neck and gulped it down.

(End of this chapter)