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

Because this pedestrian street was originally built around the center of a square, but the center of the square 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, planned commercial centers have been 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. 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 lets 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 whether she was really against feudal arranged marriages or whether she was just a lesbian, because this question was not interesting. Zhou Ze himself was not interested in the inexplicable network of people 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 using modern medical theories, let alone treat them.

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

If I don't eat, I have fainted just now, but if I eat... the thought of eating makes me 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 he already has 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 expression 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 cramps, and it even covered up my nausea.

"Here, the noodles are here." 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, "These noodles are too overcooked."

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

"This... my noodles are like this." The landlady said with a guilty look on her face.

"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 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 pouring 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 or six mouthfuls, a bowl of noodles was put into his belly, and then he took it again.

He picked up the bowl and 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 was suppressed by the sour plum soup and came back again, but the thing had already been put into his stomach. 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,

I finally ate it.

The sweat on Zhou Ze's forehead was soaked with sweat. 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. It was really the way Zhou Ze was eating just now that was so shocking.

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

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

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

The landlady walked in. Her back could not be said to be graceful, 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, making her 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 shocked. The idea of ​​"not being allowed to sleep" had been in his mind for a long time and 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 think about it in my heart.

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

"No reply." Zhou Ze confirmed.

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

After all, he is her husband in name, even if they are not actually 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 never see each other again. There is no need to fight 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 as no one is willing to admit that he is not good at it down below.

"Haha, 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.

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

The boss took a heavy drag on his cigarette.

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

The boss clenched his fists slightly, but quickly said calmly: "Her legs can pinch someone to death, they are so strong!"

Zhou Ze smiled,

The boss also laughed.

"Can you hold on?" Zhou Ze asked again, "I think you are at the age you want."

The boss thumped his waist and said, "I can't hold it any longer. I'm not a young man."

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

The boss's face turned completely dark.

The knuckles were clenched making a "squeaking" sound.

"You can't do it, I can come, I'm still young." Zhou Ze said to himself, although this was a bit against his will. Xu Le's body is so slender that no matter how young he is, he still looks like a silver gun with a waxy head.

Ze took good care of his body in his previous life.
To be continued...