Hong Xi couldn't help but take out a Bell Cup from the brocade box.
The delicate and exquisite brushwork, the appropriately dense and light colors, the sparkling and translucent walls of the cup—he could tell, even as a layman, that this tea set was a rare exquisite product.
After pondering for a while, he opened several other brocade boxes.
One contained the Buddhist Eight Treasures, another Rain Hitting Banana Leaves, one had Lotus Fish Algae Scroll Grass Cluster Patterns, and another a Bat Pattern; each one was an extraordinary item. Especially the tea set with the Bat Pattern, which was fired in Alum-Red.
Hong Xi murmured thoughtfully, "Any one of these tea sets that Third Miss Song has brought could become a family heirloom, and by all accounts, I shouldn't accept them. However, we are just in need of a batch of such tea sets, so I will brazenly accept them."
