Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei didn't bother to pay attention to Zhou Peng's idea and looked up at the menu on the wall.

The recipe was written on rice paper, framed, and hung on the wall.

The font is neat and elegant, so it must have some background, otherwise there would be no need to spend money to frame it.

It's a pity that it was his first time here and he didn't know the history of this small shop.

At this time, Zhou Peng also came back to his senses and smiled at Du Fei: "Brother, thanks to you, today is not in vain."

Du Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and whispered: "No, Brother Zhou, what else do you have in mind?" He nuzzled at the neighbor.

Zhou Peng said with a meaningful smirk: "We are brothers, so you can't mess with me! That little girl is pretty good, and she is about the same age as you. Just in time, our two brothers, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu..."

Du Fei rolled his eyes, this is nothing! He could only helplessly say to this gangster: "Brother Zhou, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao are sisters, not wives!"

Zhou Peng smiled and said: "It's all the same, it's all the same. Let's talk about our own things. You can still call me brother from now on."

"Fuck you, are you going to die?" Du Fei finally couldn't help but cursed.

Zhou Peng didn't care either, and then laughed strangely, attracting the girl's attention again.

The little girl wanted to say something, but her mother pulled her and whispered a few words.

The girl pouted her lips, then stopped talking angrily, and started to eat silently.

At this time, Du Fei's table also started serving food.

Until now, I haven't seen Zhou Peng order food. It must have been arranged long ago, or Zhou Peng is a regular customer and didn't order anything specifically, just following the routine.

Du Fei was also looking forward to the taste of this small restaurant.

It must be something unique that can make Zhou Peng linger.

Otherwise, a small shop like this located in an alley would definitely not be able to survive.

However, the first dish that arrived was no surprise.

It's not such a fancy dish, just home-cooked Mushu Pork.

The amount of dishes on the plate is not large, and the presentation is not distinctive. It consists of sliced ​​meat, eggs, fungus, day lily...

Probably because of the season, there are no cucumber slices, but some carrot slices.

Zhou Peng seemed to like this dish very much. He picked up his chopsticks and said, "Have a try. All of Lao Wang's efforts have gone into this dish."

Saying this, without waiting for Du Fei, he picked up a chopstick himself.

This was not because Zhou Peng was rude. Today was not a formal banquet, at best it was a gathering of friends between the two of them.

Moreover, the name was Du Fei's treat, but the place was chosen by Zhou Peng, and Du Fei didn't know much about it, so it was impossible for him to regard himself as the host.

Du Fei picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, tut, tut, savor the taste.

There's nothing wrong with it at first, it just tastes like alfalfa meat.

The meat slices are well prepared, neither tender nor old, slightly chewy, and slightly salty. It is good for drinking and eating.

But in Du Fei's opinion, this dish is not as evil as Zhou Peng made it sound.

However, Zhou Peng brought him to this small restaurant specially to treat him as a friend to share good things with him. Of course, Du Fei would not refute his reputation and nodded hypocritically: "It's indeed good!"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Peng looked at him with a half-smile, "Seriously?"

Du Fei blinked his eyes and suddenly curled his lips and said, "Actually, it's just like that!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other for a second and suddenly laughed together.

The movement between them immediately attracted the attention of the other two tables of guests in the room.

Du Fei and Zhou Penghun didn't care.

After laughing twice, Zhou Peng patted Du Fei on the shoulder: "This is a friend! I asked you the second time just now. If you still say it's delicious, I will immediately throw away my hand and leave."

Du Fei snorted, picked up another piece of egg fungus, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "If you dare to leave, I'll slap you with a big ear-scratcher!"

Zhou Peng scolded back: "Your uncle..."

After a few words went back and forth, the relationship between Du Fei and Zhou Peng inexplicably heated up.

This is probably the so-called mutual compatibility.

In the capital, calling each other "you bastard" or "your uncle" is either looking for a fight, or it's true buddies.

Even Du Fei and Chu Cheng didn't reach this level.

It's not that Du Fei's relationship with Chu Cheng is not as good as Zhou Peng's.

It's just Chu Cheng's character and identity that inevitably makes the relationship between them somewhat utilitarian. On the contrary, Du Fei and Zhou Peng are more relaxed and comfortable together.

But then again, friends who play well may not be reliable at critical times.

If one day in the future, Du Fei must choose Chu Cheng over Zhou Peng.

At this time, the second dish also arrived.

Along with it came a pot of wine and a small charcoal stove.

Zhou Peng dipped the back of his hand into the wine pot and felt that the temperature was about the same. He picked it up and poured it for Du Fei: "This is Lao Wang's braised braised wine. Try it!"

Du Fei picked up a three-cent wine cup. It was steaming because it had been scalded, and a smell of alcohol hit him.

Du Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and put it to his lips to test the temperature.

A little hot, but acceptable.

Zhou Peng on the side laughed and said: "You must drink this in one gulp, otherwise it will be boring!"

As he spoke, he raised his neck and drank a glass of wine.

Seeing his arrogance, Du Fei didn't pretend to be a grandson and drank with him.

Suddenly, a stream of heat passed through the throat and rushed down the esophagus into the stomach.

When passing through the esophagus, you can feel a burning sensation, as if a ball of fire is infiltrating along the esophagus and into the lungs on both sides.

"Good wine?"

Du Fei put down the cup, took a breath, and couldn't help shouting!

This time it was not a pretentious perfunctory gesture, but an appreciation from his heart.

Zhou Peng took a bite of vegetables and said, "As for Lao Wang and his family, except for the eel and this braised dish, the other dishes are just like that. I came here today to go to these two."

The two chatted while drinking, and waited for about ten minutes before the eel that Zhou Peng boasted about came up.

There is a big plate, and the sauce is stewed.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s cooked well or not. Let’s not talk about how fat the eels are this winter!

After cutting it into sections, you can clearly see that the skin is covered with transparent grease, which is bright and shiny, and it is very beautiful.

This time Du Fei was not polite and directly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece.

But this thing is wrapped in oily gravy. It doesn't look like much, but the temperature is not low.

I blew on it carefully twice before biting it.

Not to mention, Zhou Peng really wasn’t bragging!

This braised eel is indeed very delicious.

Especially paired with the homemade braised noodles in the store, it tastes amazing!

At this time, the four people at the next table were almost finished eating, and one of the women stood up to pay the bill.

Du Fei had just drank more than two taels of wine, and he was not even tipsy.

However, Zhou Peng was a little drunk, and his forehead and cheeks were red.

Du Fei moved his mouth to the side with a half-smile, and whispered: "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving, why don't you go over and strike up a conversation?"

Zhou Peng let out a "cut" sound and said, "I'm crazy! Now I'm dragging my son and daughter with me, and I'm going to strike up a conversation. Isn't that uncomfortable?"