Kikuemon looked calm.
He cleared his throat and sat up straight, about to speak.
However, at this time, Jiang Xia put down the teacup and pointed to the display cabinet: "I'll choose the pottery pot on the far left on the third floor."
Kikuemon was startled, and after a moment, his expression suddenly changed.
And this sentence fell in the ears of other members of the Kikuemon family - the teacup was saved.
They immediately forgot about those ridiculing words for laymen, and they were only moved in their hearts.
——Judging from the "layman's" behavior just now, the young detective obviously already knew the specialness of the teacup, but felt that it was too expensive and was embarrassed to point it out, so he chose a more ordinary pottery... Good guy! This is a considerate and nice person!
The daughter-in-law was afraid that Jiang Xia would regret it, so she trotted to the cabinet and found it according to the location Jiang Xia said, the third floor, the far left...
Um?
The daughter-in-law stared at the clay pot that should have been lying in the warehouse, and her face turned pale:
"Dad, why are it... Feng Shui Pills placed in the display cabinet!?"
This is Kikuemon's proud new work, which condenses his insights and hard work in recent years.
This work has not yet had time to be released, so it stands to reason that it should be stored in the warehouse with great care at this time.
But how...
Kikuemon turned away his face somewhat unconvinced: "Since you are going to give others a test, of course you must carry out the test to the end. The Feng Shui Pill is my most cherished masterpiece now, and it is worthy of this bet."
So just now, the old man struggled for a while, ran to the warehouse and took out the Feng Shui Pill. In this way, if Jiang Xia fails to be selected, he can still show Jiang Xia his proud work on the spot.
did not expect……
…
Jiang Xia understood after listening to the two people's speeches.
He faced the complicated looks from his disciples, such as "Damn, I misjudged you before!", "So you are this kind of person!", "Give me the good guy card!" and so on: "..."
...No offense, just good luck.
Besides, I don’t know if this is the real thing...but it’s just for growing potted plants anyway, so it doesn’t matter who makes it.
Jiang Xia took the clay pot that her daughter-in-law reluctantly handed over, touched it, and put it aside with satisfaction: "Thank you very much."
…
Although Kikuemon was willing to admit defeat, he was still a little depressed.
At this time, he remembered that just now, Jiang Xia first stared at the precious tea cup in his hand, and then accurately selected the "Feng Shui Pill". He suddenly realized that this little detective had an amazingly good vision, and all he was looking at were exquisite products. It was as if nothing else could enter his eyes.
In this case... maybe you can let Jiang Xia see the works of his three apprentices?
The title "Kikuemon" can only be passed down to one person.
In other words, before his death, he must select the most proud disciple and pass on the title to him.
Kikuemon has long given the power to choose the next "Kikuemon" to his daughter-in-law. Although my daughter-in-law does not make pottery, she has a strong appreciation of pottery.
It just so happens that my daughter-in-law has been hesitating recently about who to give the title to. In this case, it is better to let Jiang Xia give some reference opinions. "Feng shui pills" are just Jiang Xia's appreciation fees.
Thinking of this, Kikuemon breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at his daughter-in-law: "Go and bring over their newly burned works and show them to the guests."
The daughter-in-law ran to get something. The apprentices went over to help.
Kikuemon walked to the corridor and looked at the courtyard, wondering what he was thinking about.
Mao Lilan and the others continued to gather around the display cabinets, admiring the precious collections—there were many items not for sale that were rarely seen on the market.
…
Beside the coffee table, Toru Amuro glanced at the clay pot held by Jiang Xia, and whispered: "The pattern on this should be inspired by the waves and whirlpools. It is Kikuemon's best style. It is estimated to be around ten million Above, after I go back, I can find someone to help you cash it in."
"...Huh?" Jiang Xia has several hundred million in his card and is not very interested in money at the moment. After all, he just got a large number of Maple Leaf gold coins with nothing. And at this time, he had already thought about what to grow in the newly acquired clay pots.
His plans were suddenly disrupted, and he said reluctantly: "It's not good to sell gifts given by others."
Toru Amuro: "...?"
Who said he was short of money before?
But Jiang Xia's eyes were quite sincere, not polite.
At this time, Toru Amuro suddenly remembered that yesterday, he wanted to buy a ceramics classroom experience ticket from Jiang Xia, but Jiang Xia refused on the grounds that "you cannot resell things given by customers."
Toru Amuro: "..." Could it be that at that time, Jiang Xia wasn't actually making excuses, but really thought that way?
… In a strange place, moral standards are quite high.
If he hadn't been instilled with a bunch of evil ideas by the organization, maybe in other aspects... the evil organization would always destroy the future of the island country.
Toru Amuro sighed sadly in his heart and made another account for the black organization.
…
Eka and the others, along with Kikuemon, waited in the room for nearly ten minutes.
Instead of waiting for the apprentices' works, they waited for the pale-faced daughter-in-law.
——When she was taking the pottery just now, her foot slipped and knocked over a cabinet. Most of the porcelain inside was broken, including several works by Kikuemon.
The disciples who went with him were too frightened to say anything - this was a very rare mistake for the shrewd young lady.
Kikuemon received the news of the death of his masterpieces unexpectedly. He shook his head and raised his hand to cover his heart.
Toru Amuro and Conan stood up quickly and began to review the first aid procedures in their minds.
However, it turns out that the reason why this national treasure-level master is still alive and kicking when he is nearly 80 years old is because he has his own way of regulating his mood.
He quickly recovered, shook his head and said to his daughter-in-law: "Tangible things will eventually dissipate... Let them put away the pieces. You go prepare dinner and entertain the guests tonight."
Having said that, the old man was still a little sad. For a moment, he no longer wanted to discuss the "pottery soul" with Jiang Xia. He hunched back to the room and shut himself up.
