sbdcsierra Chapter 170
Chapter 170
Chapter 170
But as soon as he heard Section Chief Qian at Jiaodaokou, he knew what was going on, and remembered that Section Chief Qian had brought Du Fei here last time.
Because of the particularity of the Women's Federation itself, it's not uncommon for someone like Section Chief Qian to bring his own or acquainted juniors over here to make acquaintances.
Director Zhang couldn't remember all of them clearly, but when she saw Du Fei, she still remembered.
One is that the time between them is not too long, and the other is that Du Fei's height and appearance really stand out from the crowd.
Director Zhang smiled, walked out from behind the desk, took the file bag from Du Fei's hand, and opened it to check.
Then, while locking it in the file cabinet, he said to Du Fei, "I remember you are the nephew of Xiao Chen from the Municipal Bureau, right?"
Du Fei smiled and said, "Director Zhang, you have a good memory!"
Director Zhang turned around and complained: "Why is the director not the director? Didn't I call you Aunt Zhang last time?"
Du Fei chuckled, and immediately changed his mind.
The last time I came with Section Chief Qian, he was doing it to save Section Chief Qian.
This time he came by himself, of course he had to reconfirm Director Zhang's attitude, so as not to be too close and embarrassing for both sides.
"Sit~ What are you doing standing up?" Director Zhang pointed to the sofa next to him: "Wait for Auntie to pour you a cup of tea."
Du Fei hurriedly said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
Director Zhang brought tea, sat next to Du Fei, and asked while making tea, "Are you twenty this year?"
"Nineteen years old." Du Fei replied.
"Oops~ Nineteen, I'm a little younger..." Director Zhang said to himself, and then asked, "Have you not dated yet?"
Du Fei laughed and said, "Look at what you said, how old am I?"
Director Zhang said: "That's right, don't worry about waiting for two years, hey~ It's better if you are young!"
Du Fei continued: "Aunt Zhang, you don't look old at all! No one will believe you if you say you are less than forty."
Director Zhang immediately beamed with joy, but waved his hands and said, "No, I'm old!" He pushed the teacup over as he spoke.
Du Fei took a breath and said, "Hey? Aunt Zhang, your tea smells so good!"
Du Fei was not familiar with Director Zhang, so he wanted to chat without being awkward, so he had to find a topic as soon as possible.
If you can't continue the chat and walk away hastily, not only will you not leave a good impression, but you will also appear to have nothing to say in your stomach.
And Du Fei's plan is to chat for at least 10 minutes before leaving, so as to leave some impression on Director Zhang, so that when he comes back next time, he will be able to think of him without the identity of Section Chief Qian and Chen Zhongyuan's nephew.
Director Zhang flashed a flash of pride: "This is the bamboo leaf green from Mount Emei, which was brought by my fellow villagers last time."
"Are you from Sichuan?" Du Fei asked.
Director Zhang nodded and sighed: "I was only eighteen when I left home with the Red Army, about the same age as you, and it has been 30 years in a flash."
Du Fei followed suit and nodded, a little uncomfortable with the conversation.
Fortunately, Director Zhang only had a moment of reminiscence before he smiled and said, "This man~ he always likes to think about the past when he is old."
Du Fei said: "You are homesick, didn't you go back and visit after liberation?"
Director Zhang said: "A few years ago, my wife went to work in Sichuan, but I went back to my hometown a few times." He shook his head and said, "I didn't know many people back then, only my seventh uncle was left among my relatives, and he was gone the year before last. "
Du Fei regretted making such a fuss, he couldn't go on with it!
Say no to other people's seventh uncle and grandpa.
Fortunately, this guy has a thick skin. When he found out that the situation was wrong, he immediately admitted his mistake: "Aunt Zhang, take a look, I don't know how to chat, and it just reminds you of sad things."
Instead, Director Zhang gave a grin: "You child, what's your business! Hey~ Me too, what are you doing telling you about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet!"
Du Fei thought to himself, this Aunt Zhang is from Sichuan, from Sichuan... he had an idea and said, "Aunt Zhang, it's not easy for you to eat home-cooked food in Beijing, isn't it?
Director Zhang is also a good person. When Du Fei mentioned this, he guessed one or two, nodded and said: "That's right, here in the capital, if you want to go to restaurants, they are all Shandong dishes, or Muslim restaurants. Cook it at home. , and lack of this, lack of that. However, I am used to running around all these years, and I don’t pay so much attention to where I go and where I eat.”
A strange look flashed across Du Fei's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Why don't you say you are an old Red Army! Your ideological awareness is high."
Originally, Du Fei wanted to take the opportunity to mention the pillars and cook Sichuan cuisine for Director Zhang.
But hearing the euphemistic refusal from the other party's words, he immediately stopped.
After all, the relationship between the two parties hasn't reached that point yet, and being too rushed will easily cause resentment.
Then he chatted a few more gossips, and when the cup of tea was almost finished, Du Fei took his leave.
It can be seen that Director Zhang has a good impression of him, and he sent him out of the office before leaving.
Du Fei came out and went downstairs directly.
It was not easy for him to wander around the building without a good reason.
When he returned to the sub-district office, he went back to his desk and sat down with section chief Qian.
Du Fei thought of Director Zhang again, and couldn't help but think: "From Sichuan~ My lover worked in Sichuan a few years ago, and went to Beijing last year, and was a vice-province. Could it be that Zhuzi knew that great leader? Could it be such a coincidence? "
Du Fei thought for a while, then shook his head slightly, wondering what he was doing, and didn't care if he was right or not, but didn't point at him.
Du Fei silently adjusted his mentality, took out his little red book and started memorizing from the first chapter.
Needless to say, compared to the full text of M Xuan, the excerpts in Xiaohongben are all the essence, which is quite interesting to watch, and it is not boring to memorize.
It wasn't until after get off work in the evening that Du Fei put away his little red book and rode his bicycle to Bailaosiyangtang.
From a distance, I saw a three-wheeled motorcycle parked outside the store.
Du Fei knew that it was Jiang Donglai's new car.
When Du Fei approached, he saw several cigarette butts thrown beside the sidecar motorcycle. Jiang Donglai should have been standing here waiting for him not long ago.
At this moment, Jiang Donglai, wearing a military overcoat, came out from the alley next to the store.
There is a public toilet more than 20 meters away, and it is estimated that they ran to release the water.
Seeing Du Fei, Jiang Donglai immediately smiled and said, "Here you go~ go to the house quickly, I have prepared some good chewing grains for you today."
Du Fei smiled and parked his bicycle beside him: "What's so delicious? You're selling me off."
While talking, the two lifted the cotton curtain and entered the store.
The business inside is not bad, and the house is steaming with mutton soup sitting in the cauldron.
Du Fei and Jiang Donglai didn't stay in front and went straight into the back room.
The tables in the room were all set, and the small aluminum pan sat on the stove as usual.
Jiang Dong came in, took off his military coat, brought the small aluminum pot on the stove to the table, and said with a smile, "This pot is not mutton today!"
Du Fei also became interested, and reached out to lift the lid of the pot.
There is a pot of meat stewed in bright red soup, but there is nothing fancy about it.
Jiang Donglai didn't make any further excuses, he laughed and said, "In the past two days, an old comrade-in-arms from the Northeast went to Beijing to do business, and he brought a whole deer, which was divided among several people, and I got a deer leg!"
(End of this chapter)