Chapter 11

There is a noodle shop next to the bookstore, and its business is actually ordinary. Almost like Zhou Ze's bookstore, there are few people.

Because this pedestrian street was originally built on the periphery of a square center, but the center of the square has been "abandoned". In addition to a film city, other merchants have moved away and closed their doors. Therefore, the whole square has almost become a "inaccessible" desolate area.

At least here in Tongcheng, the symptoms of excess urban construction have been reflected. A few years ago, Tongcheng wantonly established a planned business center, but after all, Tongcheng is not Shanghai and cannot provide so much popularity.

But fortunately, this noodle shop can also do takeout business, and the business looks good, but obviously, no one will suddenly feel "hungry" and then order a few books back with takeout.

Zhou Ze leaned back on the chair, still a little dizzy. Dr. Lin sat opposite Zhou Ze, helped Zhou Ze wipe the chopsticks with his own paper towel, and then put them in front of Zhou Ze.

She is very careful and considerate, just as she let Xu Le sleep on the bed and her floor, but she is also very cold.

Zhou Ze didn't ask whether she really opposed feudal arranged marriage or whether she was a lesbian, because this question was boring. Zhou Ze, the inexplicable family network left by Xu Le, was not interested in it and had no nostalgia.

"Your body, really no problem?" Dr. Lin asked again.

"Little problem, little problem." Zhou Ze is a doctor himself. He knows that his eating and sleeping problems are difficult to explain with modern medical theory, let alone to treat.

Fortunately, I can sleep now. It's just eating here... Headache.

If you don't eat, you have just fainted, but the idea of eating... Begins to make you sick when you think of it.

"If you have a bad appetite, drink a bowl of plum juice first." The owner of the noodle shop is about 30 years old, but his face has some wrinkles. The burden of life seems really heavy.

"Plum juice, is it useful?" Zhou Ze asked helplessly.

"Appetizing." The noodle shop owner smiled, and then shouted to the back room, "daughter-in-law, is the snow cabbage noodles ready?"

The boss walked into the back room, and there came the voice of the couple talking.

Zhou Ze looked at the plum juice in front of him, took a spoon, took a sip, put it into his mouth, and just swallowed it, Zhou Ze's face changed.

"What's the matter?" Dr. Lin took out the tissue paper and sent it to Zhou Ze's chin.

Zhou Ze twisted his face and covered his stomach,

Then take a deep breath and say:

"It's so sour."

Yes, it's so sour that the whole person will cramp and even cover the nausea.

"Here comes the noodles." The landlady came over with her face on her side and put it down in front of Zhou Ze. At the same time, she said, "we can't drink so much plum juice at home."

Dr. Lin looked at the noodles, frowned slightly and said, "the noodles are too badly cooked."

It means that the noodles have lost their tendons after cooking for too long, which will affect the taste.

"This... My face is like this." The landlady said with a ashamed face.

"Nothing, nothing."

Zhou Ze waved his hands, rotten or not, and his muscles are not strong. For him at present, it's meaningless. Just eat it. He needs energy. If he can't eat any more, Zhou Ze can only choose to go to the hospital to inject glucose.

He looked up solemnly. Zhou Ze felt as solemn as a dead man. Then he suddenly lowered his head and poured the unimaginable sour plum juice into his mouth.

Hiss

It's so sour,

It's like pouring sulfuric acid into your stomach.

But next, Zhou Ze directly picked up chopsticks, picked up noodles and sent them to his mouth. He wolfed down as much as he wanted. Under five or six bites, a bowl of noodles was sent into his stomach, and then he picked up the bowl and poured all the noodle soup into it.

Hoo

"Pa!"

Zhou Ze put the empty noodle bowl down,

Take a long breath and eat it!

At the next moment, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and covered his chest. The nausea hit again after being suppressed by plum juice, but things had been sent into his stomach. Zhou Ze almost grabbed his neck with both hands and didn't spit out again.

If you don't spit it out, you'll succeed,

Things,

Finally, I ate it.

Zhou Ze's forehead had been soaked with sweat, so he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly.

At this time,

Dr. Lin and the landlady were a little stunned. It was Zhou zegang's eating appearance, which was too scary.

"Hehe, it seems that I'm really hungry. Do you want another bowl?" The landlady asked.

"No, No." Zhou Ze refused.

"OK." The landlady picked up the dishes and chopsticks in front of Zhou Ze and shouted to the back room, "his father, make the noodles you want to use in the afternoon, and there should be a takeout list later."

The proprietress walked in, and her back was not graceful, but ordinary, but wonderful in her heavy chest and high and straight lower body, which added a special charm and was particularly attractive.

"Do you like... This kind?" Dr. Lin asked.

Because Zhou Ze has been watching the landlady into the inner room.

"No." Zhou Ze shook his head. I like you, but you won't let me sleep.

Zhou Ze was slightly surprised. The idea of "don't sleep" had appeared in his heart for a long time and almost became an obsession of him. He had to admit that Dr. Lin was really beautiful and young,

Even if she is Xu Le's wife,

Even if Zhou Ze didn't get married in his last life,

But ask yourself,

He still wants to sleep with her,

It's because I can't sleep that I get entangled and often miss in my heart.

"Don't go home?" Dr. Lin asked again.

"No return." Zhou Ze confirmed.

"Then I'll go." Dr. Lin stood up. "Call me if you have something."

After all, he is his nominal husband, even if there is no real husband and wife.

"OK." Zhou Ze nodded. I knew you were so talkative and considerate. I should have borrowed some from you when I didn't have money before.

Dr. Lin left, leaving in her Porsche Cayenne.

Zhou Ze is still sitting in the noodle shop. His bookstore is next door. Even if the noodles are finished, it's OK to sit here and chat. After all, they are neighbors.

The boss came out of the inner room and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

"How much is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You're welcome. A bowl of noodles brother can still afford to invite you." The boss waved magnanimously. They were all neighbors. They didn't look up and looked down in the future. There was no need to share for a bowl of noodles.

"Can't sister-in-law scold?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, she's a woman. If she knows something, she can't speak." The male chauvinism of the noodle shop owner came to his face.

A man, regardless of his status at home, at least outside, has to pretend. No one is willing to admit that he is henpecked outside, just as no one is willing to admit that he is not different below.

"Hehe, my sister-in-law is very beautiful." Zhou Ze said.

It's a taboo to tease someone's daughter-in-law. If two men face outward and tease a girl who walks past on the road, it's an interesting topic between men.

The boss was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled. The boss has a good temper. Generally, people who do small businesses always know the truth that harmony makes money.

"The figure is very good. It's big above and big below." Zhou Ze continued, "porcelain is solid and delicious, just like the noodles I just ate. There must be a lot of soup."

The boss took a heavy smoke.

"How about in bed?" Zhou Ze asked again, this time, it's more insatiable.

The boss clenched his fist slightly, but soon said freely, "her legs can kill someone, strong way!"

Zhou Ze laughed,

The boss also laughed.

"Can you hold it?" Zhou Ze asked again, "it's the age you want."

The boss beat his waist, "I can't hold it, it's not a young man."

"Well, let me try it?" Zhou Ze asked again.

The boss's face turned completely black.

The knuckles were clenched "squeak".

"You can't. I can come. I'm still young." Zhou Ze said to himself, although this is a little against his heart, Xu Le's body is stiff, and no matter how young it is, it's the feeling of silver gun wax head. It's really not as good as Zhou Ze's own body maintenance in the last life.

"Is this joke over?" The boss is still holding down his anger.

"What if my sister-in-law agrees?" Zhou Ze continued.

"Is that your daughter-in-law just now?" The boss digress.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Are you willing to let it out?" The boss asked again.

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment and shook his head. Although she was Xu Le's daughter-in-law, she was now nominally her own, and Zhou Ze was unwilling.

"Then why do you think I'm willing?" The boss asked back.

"I don't know what your special preferences and abnormal plots are. There are many such things now, aren't they?"

"Brother, I haven't hit anyone for a long time." The boss stood up.

"Call your wife out and ask if I want to hear her say yes or no." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and smiled.

"Hehe." The boss approached Zhou Ze a few steps.

"Stand here and call her out." Zhou Ze is still insisting.

"You are looking for death!" The boss rushed over.

"Can she come out?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

The boss was stunned,

Then his face showed panic, and he retreated several steps in a row.

Zhou Ze stood up, took the initiative to walk to the inner room, lifted the curtain, and there was no one inside.

Only a human skin belonging to a woman,

Hang it on a clothes hanger,

Because the wind came in when the curtain was lifted,

Gently flick,

Floating slowly.

"How did you... See it?" The boss came slowly, and there was no joy or anger in his voice.

"There's a saying... Are you fooling the ghost?" Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the boss, "this layer of skin on your body should also be torn off.

I'm curious,

How boring you are,

here

Play this double reed. "