Chapter 212: Jing Changlin's enamel hand furnace

Damn it!
Xia Qianqian fell off the chair. My ancestor wanted to marry her? This is incest!
When Gu Changsheng saw her stunned, he knew that he was nothing. Yang lip chuckles pretending to be calm: "Just kidding, look scared you."
"Master Gu, don't make any jokes, my little heart can't bear it." Xia Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, got up, helped the chair to sit again. This joke is really scary!
"I'm tired, go out!" Gu Changsheng said.
"Oh, then you have a good rest. I live next door to you."
"Ok."
Xia Qianqian left, and the smile on Gu Changsheng's face instantly disappeared. He looked at the closed door and his expression became lonely.
Sure enough, she didn't want to marry him. Is it fear of marriage? Or disgusted with his Gu Yanjing-like face?
Qingtong knocked on the door cautiously: "Master, I'm here to send you the hand stove."
"In."
The young boy pushed in and passed the stove.
New charcoal has just been added to the green enamel hand stove, which is warm. Gu Changsheng gathered his hands together, the icy air on his body has dissipated.
"Master, I ordered a meal. Should I go down to eat? Or bring it to my room?"
Gu Changsheng thought for a moment and asked, "Where is Xia Qianqian?"
"She is eating downstairs."
"Or with Qin Ge?"
"Yes."
Gu Changsheng's anger just calmed down again: "I'll go downstairs to eat too."
...
Qin Ge and Qin Xuan were drinking, but they didn't eat much food. In fact, Xia Qianqian had already eaten, but she was reluctant to waste a table of dishes, so she continued to eat with her.
"Miss Xia, your stove has been replaced with charcoal." Xiao Er sent Xia Qianqian's stove over.
Xia Qianqian held the hand stove and thought of Gu Changsheng. He hasn't eaten yet, right?
She was thinking, Gu Changsheng came downstairs. Tsing Yi is draped in white fox fur, with a green enamel hand stove in his hands. The hand stove is green and brilliant.
Qin Ge looked at Gu Changsheng and Xia Qianqian: "Your hand stove seems to be a pair."
"Master Qin has a good eye." Gu Changsheng smiled arrogantly, put his hand stove on the table, and motioned to Xia Qianqian to bring the hand stove over.
Xia Qianqian was a little dazed, and passed the stove. The two hand stoves are perfectly combined into one, one red and one green are very eye-catching.
"This is the enamel of Beijing Changlin!" Qin Xuan blurted out.
Jing Changlin refers to Mr. Chang Lin, the master of enamel in Beijing. Almost all his works can only be owned by the imperial court and the nobles in Beijing.
Enamel is different from porcelain, but both are works of art. Jing Chang Lin is the object of Qin Xuan's worship. I didn't expect to see Jing Changlin's works in a small place like Maoshi Town today.
The smile on Gu Changsheng's face deepened again: "Second Young Master Qin has seen people before."
"Gu Gongzi praised." Qin Xuan hurriedly got up and complimented in return, and his attitude towards Gu Changsheng had become very polite, "If Gu Gongzi doesn't dislike it, let's drink with our brother!"
"But it's disrespectful." Gu Changsheng slowly sat down, took the stove away and put it in his arms, passing the red stove to Xia Qianqian to warm his hands.
Qin Ge and Qin Xuan exchanged their eyes silently, and both felt that Xia Qianqian and Gu Changsheng had a close relationship.
Qing Tong Ming Xiao Er removed the leftovers from the soup on the table and replaced them on the table—all the signature dishes of the inn!
Xia Qianqian touched her belly regretfully: her belly could no longer fit.
"Gu Gongzi is from Pingning Town, Pan County?" Qin Xuan asked.