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(There was a small incident last night, and it has been delayed until tonight. Fortunately, it was finally confirmed that nothing happened. Some things really cannot be said. Experience it yourself.)
Yu Fei stared at the steaming cauldron, while Da Kui was fighting with a pot of dough, which was prepared for steaming pancakes.

There was still some gossip between the two of them.

"Just to put it mildly, you said that if those people in the house are gone, don't we have to paint them one by one?" Dakui asked.

Yu Fei squinted at him and said, "If those people in the room hear your words, it will definitely not be your turn. By then, the tree on your grave will probably be as thick as an armchair."

"Look, I'm just talking casually, why bother to go online?" Da Kui said, "I just want to say that I really can't write."

"Those memorial tablets are to be left to future generations to admire. I'm afraid that my words will embarrass the elders."

Yu Fei looked up at the roof of the pergola and said quietly: "Don't worry, if that time really comes, you won't be ashamed, there are people who will do this."

"I remember that your handwriting seems to be pretty good." Dakui turned his head and said.

"En." Yu Fei nodded and said: "At least better than you, I will paint you with gold paint when you enter the cellar, and I will not lose you."

"...Fuck~"

……

The mutton was stewed to pieces, and Yu Fei appeared in front of the elders with a smile on his face.

"The meal is ready, shall we eat first?"

Father Yu glanced at him, then looked at the second master who was carefully aiming at Phnom Penh for the memorial tablet, looked around before saying: "Let's eat first, and the rest of the work will continue in the afternoon."

"Yes, eat first, eat first, no matter how busy you are, you have to eat, Xiao Fei, what are you doing?" Uncle Zhan continued.

Yu Fei laughed and said, "I stewed a pot of mutton soup and steamed pancakes."

At this time, the second master finally put down the brush in his hand, and said with a smile to Fei: "I still have some soy beans at home, it's best to eat with pancakes."

Yu Fei hurriedly said: "We have soy beans, as well as pickled leeks and peppers."

Uncle Zhan used to want to help the second master: "You don't have to worry about eating at Xiaofei's place, he has the most complete food here."

The second master patted his hand away and said displeasedly: "I'm not too old to walk, so I don't need your help."

Uncle Zhan withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "I know, your old body is tough. I'm not being courteous. By the way, let you see how blind your son is."

What the hell!

Yu Fei subconsciously looked at the village party secretary, and as expected, the latter looked at Uncle Zhan with a cold air.

The others laughed after looking at the two of them, ready to see how Uncle Zhan died.

The second master waved his hand indifferently and said, "Eat, eat."

Uncle Zhan followed closely behind him as if welded to death, and everyone else left the warehouse calmly one by one. Only the village party secretary stood there for a while, walking out bang bang bang bang with fire in his eyes.

Uncle War is very active outside.

"...This mutton soup is beautiful, come here, first get a bowl for Second Uncle, and also two pancakes..."

"...Don't stand still, you're still waiting for me to serve you, do it yourself... Does Xiaofei have chili oil? Give me some, drinking mutton soup without chili oil is like drinking wine without meat." …

"Yes, I'll take it for you."

When Yu Fei came out of the house with a bowl of chili oil, he was blocked by the village party secretary.

"give me."

Facing the calm face of the village party secretary, Yu Fei's heart suddenly jumped twice, and he obediently poured the chili oil into the ground.

"This chili oil is very spicy. It was brought by Tongling from Sichuan and Shu..."

Under the gaze of the village party secretary, Yu Fei swallowed the rest of the words without going out. Whatever he did, he would definitely not touch this bowl of chili oil today anyway.

Don't ask, if you ask, you can't eat spicy food.

The arrival of the village party secretary did not cause any commotion among the diners, and the second master just raised his head and glanced at him, and then waved to Fei, "Come on, I have bad teeth and can't chew bones, and I'll give you this lamb chop. "

Yu Fei took the pork ribs handed over by the second master in a bowl, but kept staring at the back of the village party secretary.

"If you want something spicy, chili oil is here."

Seeing the village party secretary standing in front of him with a smile, Uncle Zhan's complexion also changed, but when he saw the second master serving Yu Fei's vegetables, his heart sank again.

"Well, I don't like spicy food either. I'm holding a bowl here. Put two spoonfuls for me."

Yu Fei couldn't bear it anymore. He knew the grade of these peppers, and even his stomach, which was often tempered by Tongling's Sichuan dishes, dared to put half a spoonful in a large bowl of noodles.

You need two spoonfuls just to open your mouth, I'm afraid it's not so refreshing.

Sure enough, Uncle Zhan's complexion immediately changed after he took a sip of the soup, and his forehead was visibly sweating.

"Sha~"

Uncle Zhan quickly looked left and right, then put the bowl and pancakes aside, rushed to the bottom of the awning, picked up the water ladle, and scooped up a scoop of cold water.

Ton, ton, ton drank, put down the water scoop, opened his mouth and snorted.

"Sha~ I'm so hot, ha~ha~ha~ I can't eat Siha~~"

After his set of movements, everyone's eyes were on him, which made other people who originally wanted to add a spoonful of chili to their bowl retreated.

Only the village secretary picked up a piece of mutton slowly and said: "Such good food should not be wasted. How many lives will be saved if this is left in the past."

The second master looked at it and said: "Put some soup into the pot and mix it, maybe it won't be so spicy, and you are too. If you can't eat spicy food, don't put so much."

Uncle Zhan seemed to be riding a tiger. He glanced at Dakui, and that guy ran away straight away, the kind who ran with a bowl in his hand.

As for the others, this meeting was already three meters away from Uncle Zhan, and some even directly covered their sight with bowls, so as to avoid dragging themselves into the water.

Seeing that his eyes fell on himself, Yu Fei smiled and showed his big white teeth: "I don't eat spicy food."

Uncle Zhan slandered in his heart: You little bastard, the chili oil is all from your family, you will tell me that you don't eat spicy food!Do you believe that I poured that bowl of chili oil into your mouth?

But now that he is hiding in front of his elders, he is really not good at threatening, maybe he will be the one who will be punished in the end.

He looked at the village party secretary who had been staring at him, and Uncle Zhan helplessly picked up his bowl again. Seeing the floating layer of red oil, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead again.

……

In the afternoon, Uncle Zhan was absent from work for a while, and no one wanted to get together with him in the end. The taste was really a bit off-putting.

After insisting on finishing the work, he was the first to slip away, without waiting for the second master to say a word.

Uncle Wu pondered for a moment and asked Uncle Hu: "You are the closest to Zhan Zhan, what did he say to you when he left?"

The corner of Old Uncle Hu's mouth twitched twice and he said, "It's just like what he ate at noon. Piyanzi is hot and spicy. He just gambled."

"Pi Yanzi couldn't feel it. He didn't know he had lost the bet until his ass was dripping with heat."

Uncle Wu's eyes were wide open, and the next moment he smelled something bad, he subconsciously covered his nose.

"It's really sloppy~ I touched the stool when I put it away just now, no wonder it's warm..."

"Fuck~"

Uncle Wu took his hand away from his mouth and nose like lightning...