Du Fei nodded, although he felt that the third uncle should not be so fragile.

But in the final analysis, this matter is Section Chief Qian's business. Du Fei plays the role of a sounding board. He will do whatever Section Chief Qian says.

No matter what happens after that, Section Chief Qian can't blame him.

It won't look good if you interrupt in a self-righteous way and then do things in a self-defeating manner.

Du Fei said again: "Uncle, don't worry, I won't go to Sister Ting either. I'll be back as soon as I get off work today."

Section Chief Qian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and scolded: "You kid, stop being such a good boy like me. I'm afraid Section Chief Zhu has something going on today and he won't have time to talk to you~"

Du Fei chuckled and said, "Uncle, you are still the wise old man."

Zhu Ting went to the market for a meeting today, and took a car home with Zhu's mother after get off work in the evening. She told Du Fei last night that he didn't need to pick her up today.

The morning passed in a blink of an eye.

It was almost noon, and Zhou Peng was as hot as a dog. He came in with a cattail leaf fan in his hand and fanned it.

He went to Du Fei's desk and sat down carelessly: "Brother, where can we eat for lunch?"

Du Fei said listlessly: "No idea, do you have land?"

Zhou Peng said: "How about fried noodles? I know a place where the lady boss's noodles are very strong."

When Du Fei heard about the landlady, he immediately lowered his eyelids and said scornfully: "Are you going to go to the landlady or to meet her?"

Zhou Peng scolded: "Get lost~ The boss lady is already fifty this year."

Du Fei laughed.

The two of them had fun for a while, and then went to the noodle shop Zhou Peng mentioned at noon.

Let's talk, let's talk, but none of the small restaurants Zhou Peng recommends are crotch-flattening.

This noodle shop is not far from the street office, next to Banchang Hutong.

There is no pretense in front of the door.

Du Fei probably had it originally but had it picked recently.

However, this kind of small shop was originally a neighborhood business, and people like Du Fei worked nearby.

The area inside is not large, it only occupies two reverse rooms, and a shed is built in the yard behind the house. Together, there are only seven tables.

Zhou Peng led him over, and when he entered the room, he called out: "Aunt Zhang, give me two large bowls of water to cool down."

An old woman who met at the door smiled and responded: "Okay, I'll be here right away!"

Du Fei followed behind and glanced at Aunt Zhang's hands kneading the dough, especially her fingernails.

Fortunately, it was trimmed cleanly.

As for wearing a mask, forget about it at this time.

Aunt Zhang is quite particular. She wears a female textile factory worker's cap to prevent her hair from falling into her face.

Zhou Peng led the way, walked directly through the hall, and sat down in the shed at the back.

The white cloth roof was shuddering in the wind, and it was much cooler than inside.

Zhou Peng sat down and started peeling garlic.

Du Fei took a look and said, "I still have to go to work in the afternoon~"

Zhou Peng pouted: "I can't smell it myself."

Du Fei was speechless.

And there are quite a few people who eat noodles here and peel garlic.

Du Fei thought for a while and simply followed the Romans.

Not long after, a young woman came over carrying two large ocean bowls.

When Du Fei saw it, he immediately looked at Zhou Peng with contempt.

Well, this guy is really not here for the boss lady, but what’s going on with this young lady?

Either Aunt Zhang's daughter or daughter-in-law, she is about twenty-seven or eighty-year-old. She is quite plump and looks above average. She is exactly the type that Zhou Peng likes.

Zhou Peng met Du Fei's gaze and also smiled.

Du Fei didn't bother to pay attention to him and just took his chopsticks to mix the noodles.

The vegetables and fried sauce have been put inside, including cucumber shreds, red radish, and soaked soybean sprouts.

However, the meat in the fried sauce is a little pitiful, but it tastes really good when mixed.

Especially when you make the dough by hand, it becomes stronger after being soaked in water, and it bounces back when you chew it in your mouth.

Today, if I eat watery fried noodles, I will eat it every seven times. A big bowl of noodles will be eaten in a short time.

The garlic I just peeled also went into my stomach.

When you burp, it's called a burp.

Du Fei and Zhou Peng looked at each other with disgust. They both ate garlic just now.

Then Zhou Peng came over to talk, but Du Fei pulled his shoulder: "Speak over there~"

Zhou Peng staggered and cursed: "Fuck me, you can't."

Du Fei breathed out at him: "You said no."

Zhou Peng's mouth twitched, and he immediately pulled Du Fei aside: "As for, as for~"

After saying that, he stood up and said, "Come on, don't follow us here anymore. Let's go outside and talk as we go."

Du Fei knew that Zhou Peng must have something else to do when he asked him to eat at noon.

After the checkout came out, the two of them walked back along the shade of the south side of the alley.

Zhou Peng said: "Hey~ let me ask you something, what is the name of Zhou Changli's master?"

"Master Xiong~" Du Fei replied: "What happened again?"

There was no one in front or behind, so Zhou Peng whispered: "Is he really the descendant of Yanzi Clan?"

Du Fei was a little surprised and asked: "Why do you ask this?"

Zhou Peng didn't hide it, and said directly: "I have some use, I will go to the south in a while. Do you think this Mr. Xiong is really capable, or is he just an embroidered pillow?"

Du Fei immediately understood that going south would most likely be a good place.

Don't ask, if you go to Yanzimen, you are trying to steal something!

As for what to steal, although Du Fei was curious, he didn't ask for trouble.

But whether Mr. Xiong Wu can do it or not, how does he know?

He met Mr. Xiong Wu at the wedding banquet of Zhu Zhu, and the meaning seemed quite powerful.

But as the saying goes, boxing is afraid of young people. At Xiong Wuye's age, even if he was unambiguous when he was young, he may not have much kung fu left.

Du Fei frowned and told the truth.

Finally he said: "If it works, why don't you just go to him and try it?"

Zhou Peng had other concerns, but he didn't reveal them to Du Fei.

At this time, they were about to walk to the unit. Du Fei was about to go inside, but Zhou Peng stopped and said, "Well, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't go."

Du Fei had long been accustomed to it and waved his hand at him.

As soon as he entered the gate, Uncle Feng was taking a nap under the shade of a tree.

Seeing that he was sleeping, Du Fei didn't bother him and turned around and returned to the office.

I squinted lazily for a while, but there was nothing else to do in the afternoon, so I waited until get off work.

Du Fei thought in his mind that he didn't need to pick up Zhu Ting, and he didn't want to cook by himself at night, so he might as well go to the noodle shop at noon to make a fool of himself.

He loves to eat noodles. The noodles with fried bean paste at noon were not bad, mainly because they were hand-rolled.

I changed my taste in the evening, instead of eating the fried sauce version, I had the braised version.

To be honest, the braised noodles are mediocre, but the texture of the noodles is enough to save a bowl of braised noodles.

I asked the landlady for another cucumber. I washed it and didn’t need to cut it. I just took a bite of the cucumber and ate the noodles.

When I had enough to eat, I rode my bicycle slowly back to the courtyard. It was not even six o'clock.

As soon as they entered the gate, they saw the third uncle sitting and smoking in front of their house, obviously waiting for Du Fei.

To use an idiom to describe the third uncle today, it would be like sitting on pins and needles, suspicious of ghosts, and living like a year.

At school, when he saw Principal Zhang, he felt that he was holding back to harm him.

It was hard to stay up until get off work.

Before 5:10, the third uncle rushed back to the courtyard.

I found that Du Fei hadn't gotten off work yet, so he sat at the door and waited, silently chanting in his heart, hoping that everything would go well.

Until he saw Du Fei carrying the car across the threshold, the third uncle immediately stood up and greeted him, smiling and saying: "Xiao Du, it's time to get off work~"

Du Fei stopped and responded: "Third uncle, have you eaten?"

The third uncle laughed dryly: "Not yet~ Your third aunt is cooking at home, why don't you go home and have a bite?"

"Third aunt is back~" Du Fei stretched his neck and took a look at the third uncle's house.

Although he didn't see anyone, he heard movement in the kitchen and said with a smile: "Don't bother me, I'll be back after eating."

The third uncle said: "Look, this... why don't you go home and sit for a while?"

Du Fei saw that the third uncle couldn't wait any longer, so he simply pushed the bicycle aside and parked it, and said with a smile: "I just have something to tell you."

The third uncle's heart trembled, but just from Du Fei's expression, he couldn't tell whether the situation was good or bad.
To be continued...