C7 (2/2)

Fat Lei's fat arms were around my shoulders and he was about to walk out when I pulled his hand away. ”Forget it!” Going out to eat with you? The restaurant must be down on its luck, and there's not a single occasion where they can enjoy their meal. At home, we can make do, but not at all. ”

Fatty Lei looked helpless, ”That's what I was thinking too. I'll go outside and buy some. I'm a bachelor, and I've already unplugged all the locks on the fridge at home. Let's go!”

Braised duck, unremarkable small shop, our piece of signature dish, the owner of the shop's craftsmanship is excellent, the made sauce duck fragrance everywhere, endless aftertaste.

Fat Thunder held onto my neck as he shouted at the entrance of the shop, ”F * ck you!” Where are they? ”No more business?

When the owner came out of the shop and saw the two of us, he drew back his neck. I didn't understand what was going on, but just as I was about to ask, he came running out, wrapped two ducks in straw paper, put them on the ground, and went back into the shop. He pulled down the roller shutter door, not even doing business.

I blinked in surprise. I looked at the duck sauce on the ground and at Fat Lei's proud expression.

Fatty Lei giggled and explained, ”Not bad, this boss really knows how to conduct himself well! I'm going to sit at the door for two hours. His kitchen must be on fire. ”

The way the boss looked at me just now made me want to find a hole in the ground and hide in it. Fatty Lei pouted at the duck sauce on the floor and said, ”Take it up, I'll take you to buy some wine.”

Fatty Lei did as he was told, and at the entrance of the shop, he respectfully handed out a few bottles of the Old Village Chief. Not daring to speak, he placed them on the ground and ran back.

After returning home, he said, ”Damn fatty, looks like your reputation has already spread far and wide. You don't even have to spend money on meals anymore.”

Fatty Lei opened the packaging of the duck, smiled, and said, ”It's still the same taste, so it tastes just the same! Come on, hurry up and eat while it's hot. ”Why did you suddenly have the interest to come to my house?”

I looked back at the open door. ”I need to ask you something. How much do you know about the noonday sun?” Also, what kind of book is this' Secret Spirit Art '? ”

Fatty Lei took the old Village Head and blew at the bottle, smacking his lips, ”Aiya! I don't know much about the disappearance of Noon, nor do I know about the plots involved. As for this book of yours, I do know a little about it. ”

”What do you mean?”

Fat Lei's face lit up and he bit down on the fat duck leg. ”Bro! To put it simply, you have picked up a treasure. This book is not something that an ordinary person can read. ”

”How do you know?”

In the blink of an eye, Fatty Lei threw away the duck bone and sucked on his finger. ”Meng Nan Shan told me?”

”Chief Meng told you?” What does he have to do with you? ”

Fatty Lei pulled off the second duck leg and then drank a mouthful of white wine, ”The relationship of a level higher than that! These strange things were all plundered by the Bureau of Investigation. The silver knife in Guang Yang's hand, have you seen it before? ”That is no ordinary blade, nor is it an object that has existed for a thousand years.”

”Don't tell me it's useless. What exactly is this < Hidden Spiritual Arts > book.”

Fatty Lei pouted, ”You'll know when you see it. ”Hide yourself well, you've got it. I wonder how many people are jealous of it?”

When Fatty Lei said this, I also realized that Ding Lan was coughing in envy this afternoon. ”I remember now, someone is indeed jealous. Ding Lan Xin wanted to read this book today, but was stopped by Old Duan.”

Fatty Lei curled his lips, ”Ding Lan Xin, hehe! ”She's not qualified. You need to pay attention to people with high cultivation experience, so you don't need to worry about minor characters like Dinglan.”

”It can't be! Senior Sister Ding is very powerful. When Yi Tianxing was in a state of chaos, she was the one who saved him. ”

Fatty Lei drank as he ate, ”You know how to throw your throwing dagger, how can that be called a skill? She's far worse than Noon. ”