Late Night Bookstore

On the way back, it was Zhou Ze who drove the car. The old way is not suitable for driving.

"Boss, that woman is really the debt of your last life?"

"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, rest assured, boss, I will keep you secret!" Lao Dao immediately patted his thin breasts.

"Dead, most will keep secrets."

"........." The old one.

"Squeak..."

The car came to a sudden stop and stopped.

The old man was startled,

Lying trough,

Really want to kill people?

Zhou Ze habitually reached out to touch the cigarette, but found that he was no longer smoking, looked at Lao Tao, wanted to ask him to smoke, and found that Lao Tao held his own knee with both hands, where he shivered.

Was it really scared?

Zhou Ze reached out and patted on the shoulder of Lao Dao,

"Hey."

"what!"

The old man called out and looked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze is a little funny, is his usual image so bad, can it really make the old man think he will kill others?

"Take a cigarette."

"okay."

Lao Tao immediately took out the cigarette and handed it to Zhou Ze, and then personally helped Zhou Ze to ignite, cautiously like an ancient maid, but this maid was too old.

"Boss, what do you want to do when parking?"

"Don't pretend, is acting fun?"

"amount…………"

Lao Dao rolled his eyes in his heart. Is it easy for me to serve you as a bumbling B?

Lao Dao sometimes can't understand himself, a good life, but why do he always deal with ghost bosses, but think about it again, maybe this is life,

perhaps,

This is the man.

Without fullness, looking for some excitement and challenge, how boring life is?

Moreover, this kind of life is untouched by the past, and most ordinary people can't.

"Boss, what do you do to stop?" The old man asked.

"Eat breakfast."

After finishing talking, Zhou Ze pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Eat breakfast?

Boss, have you brought the juice? I didn't bring it.

There is a row of breakfast stalls in front, there are pancake stalls, some of the following, and some are selling buns and fritters. This is a small traffic intersection. There are many vehicles passing by. Many people drive here to stop and eat something.

Zhou Ze walked to a street vendor selling broth. The stall owner was a middle-aged man.

"Two bowls of beef soup." Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, do you put hot peppers?"

"put."

"Row."

The stall owner first took out two bowls, put onion and parsley in sequence, and then put some beef;

After that, pour a spoonful of soup from the soup pot that has been burning in the coal stove, then pour the soup back in the bowl, then put all the spices in the bowl, and finally fill the soup, help Zhou Ze Put the two bowls on the side table.

Zhou Ze put more pepper in his bowl and asked for two more cakes and sat down.

The old man also came at this time. He was sitting next to Zhou Ze, rubbing his hands, some restrained, and some flattered, shit, the boss was treated first!

This iron **** is actually entertaining!

Should I cry to set off the atmosphere?

The old man kept doing the psychological activities of death, and then saw Zhou Ze slowly tossing the noodles into the soup bowl and soaking them.

Lao Dao also has a lot to learn. Lao Dao has traveled more and more places in his life, and he is certainly not unfamiliar with this kind of breakfast. The boss can greet guests in a sudden and he can be heard from Henan.

The morning of many Henan people actually started with a bowl of soup.

However, the old man did not drink or move, so he looked at Zhou Ze in silence.

Zhou Ze was a little uncomfortable by him, saying, "What's wrong, don't get used to it?"

"No, no, no matter what you eat."

Good way to deal with, perfunctory.

This soup,

There is definitely a problem!

Suddenly parked, it was very problematic to come down for breakfast, and actually tore the tortillas seriously, making it so formal.

The old man turned his head and looked at the boss again,

Is this boss a ghost?

That soup is definitely not clean!

Lao Tao feels that he has seen through everything, MMP, and the boss is bad again, just like in the dormitory building I was told to go first, and then I looked at myself and watched the dormitory building bend down.

This time I must be there again!

Wait for me to drink this soup, and then look foreign!

"It's a little hot, I'll wait and drink." The old man explained.

Zhou Ze nodded and continued to tear the cake in his hand.

Lao Dao is actually a bit hungry. He glanced at the boss again and got up, saying, "Boss, this is not enough. I went to buy two buns across the street."

With that said, the old man ran to the other side of the road and bought a few white-faced buns, sat down again, picked up a bun and nibbled up, eating deliciously.

Oh shit,

Eat what you buy is to rest assured, it is fragrant!

There is also a bun on the chest of the big girl who sells buns.

The old man ate and ate, and handed out a bun to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze took the buns, put them next to the soup bowl, and then looked at the old eyes with a smile.

what,

Why look at me with such eyes?

Lao Dao began to mutter again,

Is not it,

I don’t jump the trap you set, don’t drink this soup, are you uncomfortable?

How can you do this!

Should I drink a little?

The old man thought while chewing on the buns, it was indeed a companion like a tiger, and none of these ghosts were easy to mess with.

It’s just that the bowl of soup that looks delicious in front of me knows what is inside. If it’s a centipede barbecue or a roasted mouse, it’s not impossible to eat, but I don’t know what it is. Empty fear is really terrible.

"Boss, eat, this bun is really delicious." The old man said haha.

Zhou Ze picked up the buns he had just placed on the table and said, "The table is not clean, the buns are dirty."

"Then I eat this, I don't pay attention, don't waste it."

Lao Dao took the buns from Zhou Ze's hands and gnawed it again. Anyway, he didn't plan to drink this broth!

It's a big deal to make an excuse and say that my buns are full and can't drink any more.

Zhou Ze looked at the old man and shook his head.

Hey,

Disappointed?

Did not succeed?

Am I smart?

Are you helpless?

The old man is beautiful.

Then, the old man saw Zhou Ze lower his head, picked up the soup bowl, took a sip of soup, and then took chopsticks, pinched a piece of meat, and chewed it into his mouth.

It can be seen that even if you put a lot of peppers, the taste is very heavy, but Zhou Ze is still very difficult to eat, and it is very painful to swallow. This is in line with Zhou Ze's usual eating pattern.

But, to the amazement, the boss actually took the soup?

Is it because I think too much?

Is this soup ok?

Lao Dao does not think that Zhou Ze would sacrifice himself in order to attract himself.

Is it all me?

The old man watched Zhou Ze continue to drink soup and eat noodles with great pain, and finally confirmed that this soup is no problem, it's up to you to play for yourself!

At the moment, Lao Tao immediately lowered his head and took a sip of soup,

Well, it's authentic, it tastes great, and Meidi is very beautiful.

Damn, I almost choked on the buns.

The old man let go of the food and happily ate. Even in the city of Henan, it is not easy to find an authentic soup restaurant. The authentic taste in Tongcheng is especially on the roadside. It is even more cherished.

As for the soup, the old man ate all the steamed buns and noodles, and added soup once in the middle. Well, if you add soup for no money, it's authentic.

Zhou Ze ate a third and couldn't move anymore, put down the chopsticks and sat beside him.

The old man patted his belly after eating, and felt that he was still full of feelings. Did he not eat enough?

When thinking about whether to have another bowl, Zhou Ze took the wallet,

Lao Dao Xin led the **** to get up and settle the account immediately. There was still some energy in his eyes.

Standing up, the old man first took the car key from the table and said: "Boss, go back to my car and you are tired."

Zhou Ze shook his head, "You are not easy, let me come."

The boss has changed,

It really changed!

Not only invite people to eat breakfast and soup, but also understand the subordinates!

When the old road hesitated whether to wipe some tears and push the atmosphere up in the center of the watch, Zhou Ze walked to the side of the road, and the old road naturally followed. Then, the old road saw that Zhou Ze stopped before the stall where he just bought the buns. .

Hey,

I would say that the stall owner’s buns are very big. The boss, you are a real decent, and Yingying is not small. Do you want to see it at any time?

Oh, man,

Home flowers will never smell like wildflowers.

Lao Dao was crazy mentally beside him. He felt that after contacting with the one in his previous life, the boss seemed to have changed and became grounded.

"Boss, what kind of stuffed buns do you want? Or white-faced ones?" The lady boss asked enthusiastically.

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed his finger at the lady boss.

Fuck, beasts, let's take a look. You're actually fooling. Are you trying to buy the boss's bun?

The old man was watching the boss's sister excitedly,

Hey, didn't you hear that boss Shi is not up?

"Boss, what do you want?" the lady boss asked.

"You, come with me and go where you should go." Zhou Ze said.

The old man froze,

rub,

There is an ominous hunch in Lao Tao!

Isn't it?

No way?

Isn't it right?

Impossible?

The proprietress pursed her lips, and her voice suddenly became deeper, saying: "I died of illness early, and the mother-in-law pulled three children all by herself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have to work twice a day, and I have to come out to sell early, too hard. .

That's why I thought that I would possess her in the morning and let her rest for a while. "

The voice is still the voice of a woman, but obviously changed to another person's tone, it should be the husband's.

"Everyone is pitiful, so you don't want to sell pity anymore. You are attached to your wife, and it hurts your wife's life."

With that said, Zhou Ze opened the steamer, took a bun from it, and gently pinched his thumb nails,

"Furthermore, if you sell this kind of steamed buns to cheat the money in the sun, even if you give your children the teaching fee, are you not afraid of damaging their Yinde?"

The steamed buns in Zhou Ze's hands slowly began to change,

It turned into a paper-like bun-like stuff, and the stuffing inside was actually a mess of paste, and it was all black.

The old way on one side, directly vomiting:

"vomit!"