The boss asked me to meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau

"Okay, from now on, we're still friends." Song Bailian twitched the corners of her mouth, relying on the cover of her coat, the arc of her mouth was ironic, "Then, friend, can I go now? Too
It's getting late and I want to go back to sleep. "

sleep well.

Di Moyu's eyes sank, "I came out of the hospital just now and met you again in the private room. I've eaten after such an interruption. I'm so hungry now, can you accompany me to Uncle Chen's food stall?
Have a supper? "

The tone was discussional.

Song Bailian couldn't refuse such a tone.

Perhaps, to be more precise, it is impossible to refuse the food temptation of Chen Kee food stall.

She took Di Moyu to this food stall back then.

Before meeting Di Moyu, she went there alone.

She is used to coming here to celebrate every time she finishes work late at night or squats to a hot gossip.

Come for a few bottles of beer, stir-fry some side dishes, and some skewers, it's perfect.

Later, he was entangled by Di Moyu. In order to get rid of him, Song Bailian took him to Uncle Chen's food stall. Originally, he thought that a young man like Di Moyu would never be able to bear the thick smoke of the world.
Angry, never thought, he is still adapting well.

Among a group of gentlemen who drink to the point of drinking and continue shirtless, he is so out of place, but unexpectedly harmonious.

One room, two landscapes.

Non-interference with each other, enjoy yourself.

"Then after eating, shall we go home?" Song Bailian thought for a while, but still felt a little uneasy.

Di Moyu pursed his lips, his eyes were firm, "Okay."

call!
Song Bailian breathed a sigh of relief, and waved her big hand, "Let's go, I don't know if there is still room for Uncle Chen at this point."

After getting in the car, the two of them were quite harmonious, and occasionally they would talk a few words, really like friends.

It was as if what happened in the box just now had never happened at all.

In a quarter of an hour, they changed from a gold-selling den where every breath smells like money to a food stall where every breath smells like smoke, oil, and barbecue.

Just, shit.

But it's true.

Song Bailian couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter?" Di Moyu parked the car and came over, seeing her giggling under the glowing signboard, he almost couldn't help but pat her head.

"It's okay, there are so many people, all seats are full."

As soon as the words fell, a rough and resonant voice came over, "Mr. Di, Xiao Song, here, here."

The one who called them was the owner of the food stall, Uncle Chen.

When they walked over, they found that there was an empty seat next to Uncle Chen.

"Hello, Uncle Chen." Song Bailian greeted him politely.

Di Moyu followed behind her and nodded towards Uncle Chen.

"Still the same?" Uncle Chen was helping guests pick up the wine he made himself.

"Yeah." Song Bailian nodded, "Uncle Chen, I see that there are so many guests tonight, and they are all full. Why do you still have a seat vacant? Are you afraid of being complained?"

"The table that just turned over, happened to see you coming, so I called you over." Uncle Chen glanced at Di Moyu.

Song Bailian didn't think much, and sat down directly.

Uncle Chen called the waiter to give the list of their table to the kitchen, and then brought the full wine, ready to pass it to the guests.

Di Moyu took a look, "Uncle Chen, this wine is very fragrant and well brewed."

When Uncle Chen heard that he was praised, the corners of his mouth were grinning, "That's right, this recipe was passed down from my ancestors. Anyone who has drunk it will say that this wine is really good. Many customers here , all rushed
Come with my drink.How about you guys, would you like a pot? "

Song Bailian had drunk a lot in the private room just now, so she quickly waved her hand.

She has tasted this wine, it is indeed very fragrant, but it has a lot of stamina.

However, Di Moyu seemed to be very interested, "Okay, please trouble Uncle Chen, and get us a cup too."

"Okay, right away."

When Uncle Chen went to deliver the wine, Song Bailian gave him a wary look, "Didn't you say before that you wouldn't drink this kind of wine that didn't even have a test report?"

"Occasional change of taste is good for physical and mental health."

"..."

fart.

"If you get drunk later, I won't send you back. I'm drunk too, so I can't drive."

"It's okay, I have a substitute driver."

Song Bailian was at a loss for words, she always felt that she shouldn't be here for this supper.

Their dishes are served very quickly.Within a few minutes of sitting down, the food was almost ready.

It seems that it has been prepared long ago.

Uncle Chen's wine was also brought to them.

When Song Bailian was peeling the crayfish, she saw Di Moyu sitting across from him drinking the wine made by Uncle Chen one after another, as if the wine he drank today was completely different from what she drank before.
It's not like brewing it alone.

Song Bailian suddenly felt that the crayfish in her hand was no longer fragrant.

"tasty?"

Did Uncle Chen change the formula? Song Bailian was thinking secretly.

As a result, in the next second, Di Moyu poured a cup and placed it in front of her, "Taste it, and you'll know."