Chapter 157 Forging Master (1/2)

Chapter 157 Forging Master

”Throwing knives? Belong to the Ye family? What's your relationship with Ye Bufan?”

Mr. Zhou raised his head, looked Ye Fei up and down with shocked eyes.

”Ye Bufan is my grandfather. My name is Ye Fei. We met each other about 14 years ago,” Ye Fei smiled and said.

”You... You are that little child? It’s like in the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so tall, so suddenly, really suddenly. Who are those two beauties? One is so pretty and the other is so cute. Are they your girlfriends? Hah, you have two girlfriends. I really envy you.”

Mr. Zhou’s face was full of disbelief, but finally, he recognized Ye Fei and then immediately became very enthusiastic. He occasionally glanced at Lin Qingwan and Qin Xiaomeng, then walked over and said, ”Two beauties, drink something. I just have a box of Biluochun. Would you like to try it?”

His enthusiasm made the two women uncomfortable, so they repeatedly waved their hands and said, ”No, thank you, Uncle Zhou.”

”Hah, Uncle Zhou has always been very enthusiastic toward the ladies.” Ye Fei smiled, then said to Mr. Zhou, ”Uncle Zhou, so many years later, you are still vigorous.”

”Of course. Do you see that jar on the counter? That is the authentic tiger penis wine. I drink three cups every day. My body is great. Hey, but thank your grandpa. He cured my disease. Otherwise, I would not be alive today.” Mr. Zhou used his hand to pat his chest, smiled and said, ”So how about your grandpa? How is his body?”

”My grandpa...”

Ye Fei suddenly became very sad, tears flashing in his eyes.

”No…Doctor Ye, with his skills…this kind of good man…how can he... Impossible. It’s impossible for him to have died already.” Mr. Zhou shook his head in disbelief.

”Uncle Zhou, it's not what you think. My grandpa is missing, I have been looking for him for many years!” Ye Fei said in a low voice.

”Missing? Well, I’m glad to hear he’s not dead. Perhaps on one day, he’ll suddenly appear in front of you.” Mr. Zhou patted Ye Fei on the shoulder.

”Uncle Zhou, I’ve come to find you hoping that you can help me make a set of throwing knives. I have a few enemies and I need to protect myself.” Ye Fei stared at Mr. Zhou.

”Alas.” Mr. Zhou sighed. ”Your grandpa is my savior. Even if I do not help others, I must help you. However, I really haven’t used that stove for many years. My craft is lost. I’m afraid I cannot help you.”