Zhang Moyan received a beautiful eye roll from Xiao Xingyu, and Xiao Guotao showed a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Xiao, these..." Zhang Moyan had no choice but to change the subject. She turned her gaze to the cart, which had already been processed by one-third, and took a good look. "These porcelains are so exquisite, how could they be defective? I've seen some porcelain exhibitions before, and I think these are more perfect in shape and glaze compared to those exhibits!"
When the word "perfect" was mentioned, Zhang Moyan clearly felt that Xiao Guotao was stunned for a moment, and then saw him slowly take out a gourd bottle. His old hands gently turned the vessel and caressed it, his eyes full of love and affection, as if he was looking at one of his own children.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Xiao, are these all your works?"
Xiao Guotao's hand holding the gourd bottle was slightly firm, and Xiao Xingyu also glanced at her, but her reporter's inertia had already made her further speculation before she received the glance: "Are these porcelains from the kiln you just fired last night?"
The air suddenly became quiet, with only a few clear bird calls.
This silence was already the answer.
Zhang Moyan felt incredible again. These pieces of porcelain in front of her, made by masters, were pure and bright, with beautiful features and emitting delicate soft light. Could they be defective products that were about to be destroyed?
Zhang Moyan was completely confused: "Such a good work, after all the hard work, ended up like this... What a pity."
Xiao Guotao seemed lost in thought, stroking the porcelain in his hands for a long time before he said with a faint sigh, "Everyone has a different standard for measuring 'good'."
Zhang Moyan pondered the old man's words and asked boldly, "You think they're bad because they're not azure?"
Xiao Guotao's eyes trembled, but he quickly regained his composure: "...Yes."
It’s like a child who accidentally gets seen with a poor test paper. He tries to cover it up at first, but when he finds he can’t, he just admits it.
Xiao Guotao's answer confirmed Zhang Moyan's guess that the kiln fire yesterday was indeed an experiment to re-fire celadon-glazed porcelain.
"Zhang Moyan," Xiao Xingyu suddenly spoke up, his eyes warning her, "Don't ask around."
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