The boss smiled, not feeling offended at all, he just thought it was a bit funny.

A person's temperament and aura are often more credible than his words.

"Hiss..."

There was a crisp sound, a little lingering, like a snake shedding its skin, and he began to tear off the skin on his body.

At the same time, the boss's body frame was slowly shrinking, and his physique was also slowly losing weight, like a balloon that had a small hole in it and was slowly deflating.

Now Zhou Ze finally understood why the bowl of noodles was so badly cooked.

This kind of "transformation" of the other party does take some time.

He was still wearing the boss's clothes and apron, but the other person's face turned into that of a slightly green young man.

The young man has a smile on his face and is naturally charming, especially the curvature extending from the corners of his eyes, which seems to be able to scratch the itch of the men and women around him, just right and just right.

It is somewhat contrary to use "charming" to describe a man, but some men are indeed naturally charming, such as ancient emperors, and there are countless people who like masculine styles. The reason is indeed that some men are more charming than women.

More like a woman.

"Do I look good?"

The young man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze felt that the nausea he had suppressed after eating noodles came back again. He waved his hands slightly apologetically, then covered his chest, making a gesture that said he couldn't vomit.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey!

Zhou Ze knows how to cherish food, especially the food that he has finally swallowed and is about to be digested into energy in his body.

The young man sat down on a chair next to him. He held a lighter in his hand and turned it around casually.

He was sizing up Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze had noticed him, and he thought that his imitation was natural, and since it was in this small restaurant, there shouldn't be any problems.

the most important is,

He is imitating his own parents.

Since he was young, he has been observing his parents. Every move and look on his parents' faces has long been engraved in his heart.

"How did you find me?" The young man couldn't help it.

"You're not a ghost?"

Zhou Ze also asked questions at the same time.

The young man frowned slightly, thinking that Zhou Ze was mocking him, saying that he was pretending to be a ghost.

But in fact, Zhou Ze regarded him as a ghost from the beginning.

Zhou Ze didn't want to meddle in other people's business. As a person who was only concerned about money for a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze didn't think he had the qualifications to meddle in other people's business.

But it’s not okay to ignore this trivial matter.

Noisy things happen next door.

So Zhou Ze felt that no matter what, it was best to expose the matter first. If it was easy to solve, he would solve it by himself. If it was not easy to solve, he would move again in the worst case.

"Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I am a bit sensitive to nails."

The landlady brought the noodles to her,

The boss personally handed me cigarettes,

Nails are all in front of you.

Although the thickness, whiteness, and degree of calluses on the fingers vary, the patterns on the fingernails are the same.

These days, Zhou Ze pays more attention to his nails, not only his own nails, but also other people's nails.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling disappointed that the details were not done properly.

Although I mean to be slacking off, as long as I am discovered, it is indeed my fault.

"Are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again.

If it were a human being, it would be a bit exaggerated.

In fact, Zhou Ze didn't see many ghosts. Excluding the journey in hell, the ghosts he saw in the Yang world were really only a handful.

"Painting skin is a skill passed down from my family." The young man stood up, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, and placed it on his chest, "It's just that it has been passed down for many generations, and it is only in my generation.

, to pick it up again.”

This action was a bit ambiguous and a bit unconventional, but Zhou Ze still subconsciously squeezed it with his hands.

Zhou Ze would never think that it was because Dr. Lin kept denying him sleep that he was now interested in men.

Of course, the man in front of me is indeed more charming than the woman. This is indeed a fact.

"No bones?" A look of surprise appeared on Zhou Ze's face, "No, it's rickets."

Rickets is also known as rickets. Due to calcium deficiency, bone calcification is hindered, and the bones become soft and easily deformed. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, so he naturally knows something about it, but just like a cold, there are many different conditions and pathologies.

There are also many subdivided categories of rickets, and the young man in front of me should be an extreme one.

According to legend, there are records in the Spring and Autumn Period that a prince of the Lu Kingdom suffered from this disease. If a person has no bones and a delicate body, he can walk like a human and crawl like a snake.

"You can understand that this is a hereditary disease, which requires a certain probability to manifest itself. Many generations in my family have not been able to practice painting because they did not have this disease, and I..."

The young man smiled and did not continue.

"So, you are really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze still refused to give up.

"My name is Xu Qinglang." The young man replied seriously.

"Who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Father, mother."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly.

OK,

This is a big misunderstanding.

After finishing the noodles, Sister Lin left. Zhou Ze thought about breaking the window paper and deliberately irritating him with words, but he didn't expect that he was actually here playing role-playing and remembering his deceased relatives.

But from Zhou Ze's previous perspective, he just took it for granted that this was a ghost, similar to the ghost in the "Painted Skin" story, who killed people, peeled off their skins, and still "wore a monkey's crown".

"Then...I'm sorry."

I'm really embarrassed to make fun of your mother.

"I'm not angry," Xu Qinglang said, "but I'm curious, what do you mean by always treating me as a ghost?"

"Means nothing."

"Have you seen ghosts?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"I am just a ghost." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said seriously.

The expression is serious and the look is solemn,

It's so heartbreaking.

Xu Qinglang's face froze,

Then he couldn't help but let out a "poof" laugh,

Looking at Zhou Ze,

It's like looking at a mentally retarded person.

Zhou Ze nodded. Sometimes, it's like this. When you tell him the truth, you think you're teasing him, but he doesn't believe it.

"Anyway, I'm sorry. By the way, I also want to ask, is that human skin real human skin?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "It is processed, painted, and made."

"Then what kind of noodles are you selling?" Zhou Ze couldn't understand, "I heard that the snakeskin clothes of the Hezhe tribe can be sold for a lot of money. They are sold as works of art. Yours should be worth more, right?"

"I can't use things passed down from my ancestors for profit."

"Then you should be very rich." Zhou Ze said.

"The house has just been demolished." Xu Qinglang did not answer directly, "We were divided into more than 20 apartments."

"..." Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

Therefore, the world is so unfair. He worked in a hospital in his previous life and did not earn much money despite his hard work, while others could just live in a house of twenty or so.

Tongcheng is not as big as Shanghai, but the housing prices are close to 10,000 per square meter.

I'm jealous of the second generation.

Zhou Ze shook his head, "Are you going to continue making noodles in the future?"

"Will you continue to sell books in the future?"

The two asked each other questions at the same time.

"Let's see for now." Zhou Ze replied.
To be continued...