In a small restaurant near the county's Meat Processing Factory, Pang Fa welcomed with a laugh, "No need to be formal, Master Xing. If you don't want to drink, then eat more. You were in a bit of a rush today. We'll have plenty of opportunities to drink once things have settled down..."
The man he called Uncle Xing was a sincere middle-aged man. He only knew to chuckle at Pang Fa's welcome, nodding his head and saying, "I'm eating, I'm eating!"
An older man next to them laughed and said, "Ignore him, that's just the way my brother is. He's not used to chatting with strangers. But don't worry, he'll take you to the factory later. You're free to ask anyone about his skills. If you find someone who doesn't give him a thumbs-up, you can regard me as a swindler!"
"Why wouldn't we trust you!" Yan Fei laughed. "Can we just wander into the factory?"
