Chapter 11 Painting

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

Because this pedestrian street was originally built on the periphery of a square center, but the square center has been "abandoned". Except for a movie city, all other businesses in it have moved and closed. Therefore, the entire square has almost become a " "Inaccessible" desolate area.

At least here in Tongcheng, the symptoms of urban over-construction have been reflected. In the past few years, a planned commercial center was built vigorously, but Tongcheng is not Shanghai after all, and it cannot provide so much popularity.

But fortunately, this noodle shop can still do takeout business, and the business seems to be pretty good, but obviously, no one will suddenly feel "hungry" and order a few takeout books to go back and chew.

Zhou Ze leaned on the chair, still a little dizzy. Doctor 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 lets Xu Le sleep on the bed and she sleeps on the floor, but she is also very cold at the same time.

Zhou Ze didn't ask her whether she was really opposed to feudal arranged marriages or whether she was just a lesbian, because the question was uninteresting. Zhou Ze himself was not interested in the inexplicable network Xu Le left behind, and he had no nostalgia for it.

"Is there really nothing wrong with your body?" Dr. Lin asked again.

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

Fortunately, I can sleep well now, but eating... gives me a headache.

If he doesn't eat, he has fainted just now, but eating... the thought of eating makes him feel sick.

"If you have a bad appetite, let's drink a bowl of sour plum juice first." The noodle shop owner is about thirty years old, but there are already some wrinkles on his face. It seems that the burden of life is really heavy.

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

"It's appetizing." The noodle shop owner smiled, and then shouted to the back room: "My wife, are the pickled cabbage noodles ready?"

The boss walked into the back room, and the sound of the couple talking could also be heard from there.

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 a tissue and put it in front of Zhou Ze's chin.

Zhou Ze twisted his face and covered his stomach,

Then he took a deep breath and said:

"It's so sour."

Yes, it was so sour that my whole body was going into convulsions, and it even covered up my nausea.

"Here, here are the noodles." The landlady came over with the noodles, put them down in front of Zhou Ze, and said at the same time: "Don't drink my sour plum juice so hard."

Dr. Lin looked at the noodles, frowned slightly and said, "This noodles are too overcooked."

This means that if you cook it for too long, the noodles will lose their texture, which will affect the taste.

"This... my noodles are like this." The landlady said with a look of shame.

"it's okay no problem."

Zhou Ze waved his hand. Whether it was rotten or not, whether it was strong or not, it was meaningless to him at the moment. As long as he could eat it, he needed energy. If he couldn't eat it anymore, Zhou Ze could only choose to go to the hospital for glucose injection.

Zhou Ze raised his head very solemnly, feeling as solemn as a dead soldier. Then he lowered his head suddenly and poured the bowl of unimaginably sour plum juice into his mouth in one breath.

hiss…………

That sour and refreshing,

It's like throwing sulfuric acid into your own stomach.

But then, Zhou Ze directly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth. He wolfed down as much as he wanted. Within five bites, a bowl of noodles was put into his belly, and then he picked up the bowl again. , poured all the noodle soup into it.

call…………

"Snapped!"

Zhou Ze put down the empty noodle bowl.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and ate it!

The next moment, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and covered his chest. The nausea came again after being suppressed by the sour plum soup, but the thing had already entered his abdomen. Zhou Ze almost pinched his neck with both hands to prevent him from vomiting it out again.

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

thing,

Finally ate it.

Sweat was already soaked on Zhou Ze's forehead. He picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly.

And at this time,

Dr. Lin and the landlady were both in a daze. The way Zhou Ze was eating just now was so shocking.

"Haha, it looks like I'm really hungry. Would you like another bowl?" the landlady asked.

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

"Okay." The landlady cleared the dishes in front of Zhou Ze and shouted to the back room: "Dad, prepare the noodles for the afternoon. The takeout order should be here soon."

The landlady walked in. Her back was not graceful at all, she could only be regarded as ordinary in appearance, but the beauty was that her heavy breasts 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 landlady enter the back room.

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

Zhou Ze was slightly startled. The idea of ​​"not being allowed to sleep" had been in his mind for a long time, and it had almost become an obsession. He had to admit that Dr. Lin was indeed very beautiful, and he was still young.

Even if she is Xu Le's wife,

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

But ask yourself,

He still wants to sleep with her,

It is precisely because I can't sleep that I am troubled and always worried about it.

"Aren't you going home?" Dr. Lin asked again.

"No reply." Zhou Ze confirmed.

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

After all, he is her husband in name, even if they are not married.

"Okay." Zhou Ze nodded. If I had known you were so easy to talk to and so considerate, I should have borrowed some from you when I had no money before.

Dr. Lin left and drove away in her Porsche Cayenne.

Zhou Ze is still sitting in the noodle shop. His bookstore is next door. Even if he has finished eating the noodles, it is okay to sit here and chat. After all, we are 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, I can still afford you a bowl of noodles." The boss waved his hand grandly. We are all neighbors. From now on, we will see each other without looking up. There is no need to live over a bowl of noodles.

"Sister-in-law doesn't know how to scold, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, you're a woman. What do you know? She has no right to speak." The noodle shop owner's masculine aura hit his face.

A man, no matter what his status is at home, at least outside, he must put on a good show. No one is willing to admit that he is afraid of his wife outside, just like no one is willing to admit that he is not good at it below.

"Haha, my sister-in-law is quite beautiful." Zhou Ze said.

It is a taboo to tease someone's wife, but if two men face each other and tease a girl walking by on the street, it is an interesting topic between men.

The boss was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything. He just smiled. The boss had a good temper. People who run small businesses always know how to make money by being friendly.

Zhou Ze smiled,

The boss also laughed.

"Is this a joke?" The boss was still holding on to his anger.

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

"That was your wife just now?" The boss changed the subject.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Are you willing to step aside?" 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 his in name, and Zhou Ze was unwilling to do so.

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

"Maybe you have any special hobbies or unusual plots? There are a lot of these things nowadays, aren't they?"

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

"Call your wife out and ask her if she is willing." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and said with a smile.

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

"Stand here and call her out." Zhou Ze still insisted.

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

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

The boss was stunned.

Then a look of horror appeared on his face, and he was so frightened that he took several steps back.

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

There is only one human skin belonging to a woman,

hanging on a clothes hanger,

Because the wind comes in when the curtain is opened,

Flick gently,

Floating slowly.

"How...how did you tell?" The boss walked over slowly, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice.

"There is a saying...are you fooling the devil?" Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the boss, "It's time to tear off this layer of skin on your body.

I'm curious,

How boring are you?

it's here,

Play this kind of double act. "

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