Chapter 11 Painted Skin

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There is a noodle shop next to the bookstore, and the business is actually average, almost the same as Zhou Ze's bookstore.

Because this pedestrian street was originally built on the periphery of the center of a square, but the center of the square has been "abandoned", and all the businesses in it except a movie city have been moved out and closed, and therefore, the entire square has almost become a " inaccessible” desolate area.

At least in Tongcheng, the symptoms of over-construction in the city have already been manifested. In the past few years, planned commercial centers have been built aggressively, but Tongcheng is not Shanghai after all, and cannot provide so much popularity.

But fortunately, this noodle restaurant can also do takeaway business, and the business looks good, but obviously, no one will suddenly feel "hungry" and then go back to nibble with a few books from takeaway.

Zhou Ze leaned on the chair and was still a little dizzy. Dr. Lin sat opposite Zhou Ze and helped Zhou Ze wipe the chopsticks with his own tissue before placing them in front of Zhou Ze.

She is very careful and considerate, just like she let Xu Le sleep on the bed and she sleeps on the floor, but at the same time she is very cold.

Zhou Ze didn't ask her if she was really against feudal arranged marriages or if she was just a lesbian, because this question was meaningless, and Zhou Ze, the inexplicable family network that Xu Le left behind, was not interested and had no nostalgia for it.

"Is your body really okay?" Dr. Lin asked again.

"Small problems, small problems." Zhou Ze is a doctor himself, and he knows that his eating and sleeping problems are difficult to explain with modern medical theories, let alone to treat them.

Fortunately, now that sleep has been settled, it's just eating...a headache.

If I don't eat, I just fainted, but eating... The thought of it made me feel sick.

"I don't have a good appetite, let's drink a bowl of sour plum juice first." The noodle restaurant owner is about 30 years old, but there are already some wrinkles on his face, and the burden of life does not seem to be light.

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

"It's appetizing." The owner of the noodle restaurant smiled, and then shouted to the back room: "Daughter-in-law, is the Xuecai noodles ready?"

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

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

"What's wrong?" Dr. Lin took out the tissue and put it in front of Zhou Ze's chin.

Zhou Ze covered his stomach with a twisted face,

Then he took a deep breath and said:

"It's sour."

Yes, the acid is so sour that the whole person cramps, and even covers the nausea.

"Come on, the noodles are here." The proprietress walked over with her face, put it down in front of Zhou Ze, and said at the same time: "My family's plum juice can't be drunk so hard."

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

It means that if the noodles are cooked for too long, the noodles have lost their gluten, which affects the taste.

"This...my family's face is like this." The proprietress said with a look of shame.

"it's okay no problem."

Zhou Ze waved his hand, whether it was rotten or not, and the muscles were not muscular. For him at the moment, it was meaningless. It was enough to eat it. He needed energy.

He raised his head very solemnly, Zhou Ze felt as solemn and solemn as a dead man, then lowered his head suddenly, and poured the unimaginably sour bowl of sour plum juice into his mouth in one go.

hiss…………

It's sour,

It's like pouring sulfuric acid into your stomach.

But then, Zhou Ze directly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and sent them into his mouth. He devoured as much as he wanted. After five or six mouthfuls, a bowl of noodles was sent into his belly, and then he served it again. Pick up the bowl and pour all the noodle soup into it.

call…………

"Snapped!"

Zhou Ze put down the empty bowl of noodles,

Take a deep breath and eat!

The next moment, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and covered his chest. The nausea came back after being suppressed by the sour plum soup, but the thing was already in his stomach. Zhou Ze almost grabbed his neck with both hands, and didn't spit it out again. .

If you don't spit it out, it's a success.

thing,

Finally ate it.

The beads of sweat on Zhou Ze's forehead had already soaked out, and he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly.

At this time,

Both Dr. Lin and the proprietress were a little stunned. It was just what Zhou Ze had done just now, and it was too terrifying.

"Hehe, it looks like I'm really hungry, do you want another bowl?" the lady boss asked.

"No need, no need." Zhou Ze refused.

"Okay." The proprietress cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in front of Zhou Ze, and shouted to the back room, "Dad, get the noodles that you need in the afternoon well, and there should be a takeaway order later."

The proprietress walked in, her back could not be said to be graceful, she could only be regarded as ordinary in appearance, but Miao's heavy chest and tall lower body added a special charm, which was particularly attractive.

"Do you like... this kind of thing?" Dr. Lin asked.

Because Zhou Ze has been watching the proprietress enter the back room.

"No

. "Zhou Ze shook his head, I like you like this, but you won't let me sleep.

Zhou Ze was slightly startled. The idea of ​​"don't let sleep" has been in his mind for a long time, and it has almost become his obsession. He has to admit that Dr. Lin is indeed very beautiful, and he is still young.

Even if she is Xu Le's wife,

Even if Zhou Ze never got married in his last life,

But ask yourself,

He still wanted to sleep with her,

It is precisely because I can't sleep that I am entangled, and I am always thinking about it in my heart.

"Not going home?" Dr. Lin asked again.

"No." Zhou Ze confirmed.

"Then I'm leaving." Dr. Lin stood up, "Call me if you have anything."

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

"Okay." Zhou Ze nodded, knowing that you were so easy to talk and so considerate, I should have borrowed a little from you when I had no money before.

Dr. Lin left, driving away in her Porsche Cayenne.

Zhou Ze was still sitting in the noodle shop. His bookstore was next door. Even if he finished his noodles, it was okay to sit and chat here. After all, they were all neighbors.

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

"How much?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You're welcome, brother with a bowl of noodles still invites you." The boss waved his hand vigorously. They are all neighbors. In the future, they will not see each other, so there is no need to divide for a bowl of noodles.

"Sister-in-law won't scold?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, women, people who know something, how can she speak." The machismo of the noodle restaurant owner rushed to his face.

A man, no matter what his status is at home, at least he has to pretend to be outside. No one is willing to admit that he is afraid of his wife when he is outside, just like no one is willing to admit that he is not good below.

"Haha, my sister-in-law is very pretty." Zhou Ze said.

It's a taboo to make fun of someone's daughter-in-law. If two men face outwards and make fun of a certain girl walking by on the road, that's a sex topic between men.

The boss was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled, the boss has a good temper, and ordinary people who do small businesses always know the truth of making money with peace.

"The body is very good." Zhou Ze continued, "The porcelain is solid, it tastes good, just like the noodles I just ate."

The boss took a heavy puff on his cigarette.

"How's the bed?" Zhou Ze asked again, this time, he was even more aggressive.

The boss clenched his fists slightly, but quickly said freely: "Her legs can crush a person to death, she is strong!"

Zhou Ze smiled,

The boss also laughed.

"Can you hold it?" Zhou Ze asked again, "Is it the age you want?"

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

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

The boss's face darkened completely.

The knuckles clenched with a "squeak" sound.

"You can't, I can come, I'm still young." Zhou Ze said to himself, although this is a bit against his heart, Xu Le's body is sturdy, no matter how young, it feels like a silver gun wax head, it's really not Zhou Ze. Ze Shang's own body maintenance is well maintained.

"This joke, is it over?" The boss was still holding on to his anger.

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

"Is that your daughter-in-law just now?" The boss changed the subject.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

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

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

"Then why do you think I am willing?" the boss asked rhetorically.

"Maybe you have any special preferences and unusual plots? Now, there are many such things, aren't they?"

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

"Tell your wife to come out and ask, I want to hear her say if she wants to." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and smiled.

"Haha." The boss took a few steps closer to Zhou Ze.

"You stand here and call her out." Zhou Ze was still insisting.

"You are courting death!" The boss rushed over.

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

The boss was stunned,

Then there was a look of horror on his face, and he was so scared that he stepped back several steps in a row.

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

Only a human skin that belongs to a woman,

hanging on a hanger,

Because the curtain was opened and the wind came in,

flick gently,

Drift slowly.

"How...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 a ghost?" Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the boss, "This layer of skin on your body should be torn off.

I'm curious,

how boring you are,

it's here,

Play this double reed. "

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