Rebirth of the Flying Era

Saying that, Du Fei imitated Zhu Zhu's appearance just now, curled his mouth exaggeratedly, and gestured to himself with his thumb: "I know everything you can see! Brother Zhu Zhu, why don't you go to heaven? I know, you are a steel rolling mill. The chef of the big dining hall, if you don’t know, he thinks you are the chef of the state banquet!”

Zhuzi blushed deeply and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Oh, I said the wrong thing! I'll punish myself with a drink."

As he spoke, he raised his neck and drank a drink.

Du Fei curled his lips and said, "Are you punishing yourself? I think you just want to drink."

The pillars are even more embarrassing.

But he is shameless and doesn't care at all.

Moreover, Zhuzi's temperament is that of a donkey. He doesn't get angry no matter how he looks at someone he likes, no matter how he hurts him.

Du Fei had known his temper, and no one else would have joked like this.

It should be said or not, although Zhu Zhu has a bad mouth, sometimes he doesn't know what is good or bad.

But after getting along for a long time, Du Fei gradually discovered that being friends with him was actually quite good.

Zhuzi has been without a mother since he was a child, and his unreliable father ran away with another woman early on.

Being alone in the courtyard with a younger sister made Zhu Zhu somewhat of a pleaser.

If you make him feel that you are good to him, just like an old lady and a grandpa.

Once something happens, Zhuzi would rather suffer the consequences himself, but he will definitely help.

If you call such a person stupid, he is indeed stupid.

But if there is such a fool around you and he is your friend, isn't it... pretty good.

Du Fei stopped teasing him, but he held a wine bottle in his hand and poured wine for him. Then he picked up the cup and said to Zhu Zhu: "Brother Zhu Zhu, we guys are out of the way. I'll talk next." Maybe some of it doesn’t sound right to you, so if you want to hear it, I’ll talk about it, but if you don’t want to hear it, then let’s talk about something else.”

As he said that, he stretched his hand forward and touched the cup with the pillar.

Zhu Zhu was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Du Fei suddenly became serious and felt a little uneasy.

But he was more curious in his heart, what exactly did Du Fei want to tell him?

After clinking glasses, Zhu Zhu said it all again boldly: "Brother, just say it! If you don't like anything, who can't tell you who doesn't know what to say? You treat me as one of your own, and you can follow me." Say these things, you say no!”

Du Fei smiled, but he didn't expect Zhu Zhu to be able to say such a great truth.

He also drank a drink and said: "I will not talk about those dry principles. Today we will discuss the matter. Brother Zhuzhu, ask yourself, are you worthy of Teacher Ran?"

Zhuzi grinned, huffed and puffed for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "This... I'm not worthy of it!"

Du Fei smiled half-heartedly and said, "Okay, I still have some self-awareness. Since I know I'm not worthy and I've identified Teacher Ran, why don't I think of ways to become worthy?"

Zhu Zhu was stunned. He had always thought about how to stalk Teacher Ran, but he never thought about this problem.

Du Fei continued: "I just let you look at the recipe, and it drove you crazy! Do you really think that your cooking skills are over? How do you compare with the master chef from Fengzeyuan? I have eaten from master Liu Quanju. Dish, do you think you can compare?"

Zhu Zhu frowned. He finally understood why Du Fei had laid an ambush in advance. What he said was really not pleasant to hear.

When it comes to other things, he really doesn't take it seriously.

But cooking is the pride of Zhuzi's heart, and there is no doubt about it.

But Du Fei had nothing wrong with what he said.

Although Zhu Zhu was confident in his cooking skills, compared with the master chefs of famous restaurants, he was not sure.

Du Fei paused for a moment, took a bite of food, and then continued: "Speaking of which, I asked you just now whether you are worthy of Teacher Ran, and you said you are not worthy. But what if... now you, He Yuzhu, are hosting a state banquet? A master chef, a nationally recognized cooking master who specializes in cooking for leaders and foreign guests, do you think you are worthy of Teacher Ran?"

Zhuzi's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and said, "Yes! Let's have a state banquet~"

Du Fei said: "So...Brother Zhuzi, if you really want to achieve results with Teacher Ran, don't think about those messy crooked ways all day long, hone your skills in a down-to-earth manner, and don't just spend a day in the cafeteria like raising an uncle." . Especially look at the recipes of various cuisines. Only if you can create one or two famous dishes and become a cooking master can you be called Cai'er."

Zhuzi remained silent, his eyes rolling, obviously listening.

Du Fei also stopped and let him think about it himself.

Anyway, it was just a few gossips at the wine table.

If Zhu Zhu can listen and practice it, he will be lucky to change his destiny in the future.

If it turns a deaf ear and is forgotten after hearing it, Du Fei will not lose anything.

At this time, the elder on the side clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay~ Xiao Du, for those words, I will give you a toast!"

Du Fei was not polite and refused anyone who came.

The old man raised his neck and took a breath of alcohol: "As expected of someone who has studied in school, he speaks well. A big old man like me, looking at the pillars in the sky and getting anxious, can't say one, two, three, every time Let this bastard choke on his words."

"How can you say that is so evil!" Zhuzi smiled naively, already having some concerns in his heart, he changed the topic and talked about something else.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that everyone dispersed.

There were two bottles of wine in total. The old lady shared some with the other women, and the rest was divided between Du Fei and the others. Each of them only had half a catty of wine, and none of the three were drunk.

After the show, Du Fei returned home.

Thinking that Qin Huairou would definitely come later, he simply filled the blue and white porcelain bathtub with water.

And at the uncle’s house.

Xiaojun and Xiaoling were put to sleep, but the eldest uncle and eldest mother didn't have much sleepiness.

The two returned to the outhouse, and the eldest mother turned on the radio, adjusted the volume to a lower volume, and said: "Old man, you said this person still has to go to school. Look at what Du Fei said today, how much There is level!”

The uncle lit up a cigarette and took a deep breath: "That's right! In fact, it's not like we haven't told Zhuzi something similar, but that bastard talks nonsense, who can say anything about him?"

The eldest mother said: "Why don't you say that Xiao Du is great! When the same words are said in other people's mouth, it sounds so reasonable."

The old man smoked a cigarette and said nothing.

The aunt thought of something again, and then asked: "By the way, has Director Sun done anything in the past two days?"

The first man shook his head and said: "How could I know! Lao Sun's way is wild, who knows what he is holding back!"

The aunt thought for a moment and said, "Old man, why don't you remind Du Fei again?"

The first man thought for a while and said: "Forget it. I told you last time that there will be nothing new if we go there again. Instead, it happens over and over again, making people think we are taking credit!"