Chapter 148

On the way back, it's Zhou Ze driving. The old road looks like this now, and it's not suitable for driving.

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

"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, don't worry, boss, I will keep a secret for you!" Lao Dao immediately patted his thin chest.

"The dead are the most secretive."

“…………” Lao Dao.

"Squeak..."

The car made an emergency stop and stopped.

The old Taoist priest was horrified.

lying in the trough,

really want to kill people?

Zhou Ze habitually reached out to touch the smoke, but found that he had no smoke. He looked at Lao Dao and wanted to ask him for smoke. He found that Lao Dao grabbed his knee with both hands and shivered there.

Really scared?

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted the Taoist priest on his shoulder

"Ah!"

The old Taoist called and looked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze is a little funny. Is his usual image so bad? Can he really make the Taoist priest think he will kill people?

"Take a cigarette."

"Oh, yes."

The old Taoist immediately took out the cigarette and handed it to Zhou Ze. Then he helped Zhou Ze ignite the fire himself. He looked like an ancient maid carefully, but she was too old.

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

"Don't pretend. Is acting fun?"

"Well..."

The Taoist priest rolled his eyes in his heart. Is it easy for him to serve you!

Lao Dao can't understand himself sometimes. He has a good and unrestrained life. However, he always has to deal with ghost boss, but he is relieved. Maybe this is life,

maybe,

this is man.

How boring is life when you are full and look for some stimulation and challenges?

What's more, this kind of life is beyond the reach of the former self and most ordinary people.

"Boss, stop and do what?" Lao Dao asked.

"Breakfast."

Zhou Ze finished, pushed open the door and got off the car.

Breakfast?

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

There is a row of breakfast stands in front of us. There are pancakes, noodles and buns. It's a small traffic intersection with lots of traffic. Many people stop here to eat.

Zhou Ze goes to the front of a butcher who sells broth. The butcher is a middle-aged man.

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

"OK, how about spicy food?"

"Put it."

"OK."

The stall owner first took out two bowls, put the onion and coriander in turn, and then put some beef;

after that, he poured a spoon of soup out of the soup pot which had been burning in the coal stove, then poured the soup back in the bowl, then put each condiment in the bowl, finally filled the soup, and helped Zhou Ze put the two bowls on the small table on one side.

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

Lao Dao also came at this time. He sat next to Zhou Ze and rubbed his hands. He was restrained and flattered. Damn it, the boss was treated for the first time!

This Iron Rooster actually treats us!

Should I cry to set off the atmosphere?

The Taoist priest kept doing the mental activity of death, and then saw Zhou Ze slowly tearing the pancakes into pieces and putting them into the soup bowl to soak.

Lao Dao also has a kind of learning style. He has been to many places in his life. Of course, he is not unfamiliar with this kind of breakfast. The tone of the boss greeting the guests can tell that he is from Henan.

And many people in Henan start their morning with a bowl of soup.

However, Lao Dao didn't drink or move, so he looked at Zhou Ze in silence.

Zhou Ze was a little uncomfortable with him and said, "what's the matter? Can't you get used to it?"

"No, no, no, I'm used to eating."

Lao Dao is dealing with it, perfunctorily.

There is absolutely something wrong with this soup!

All of a sudden, I stopped and had a problem when I came down to have breakfast. I even tore the pancakes seriously and made them in such a formal way.

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at the boss for a few more times?

That soup, absolutely not clean!

Lao Dao felt that he had seen through everything. MMP and the boss made a mess, just like he told me to go first in the dormitory before. Then he watched by himself and watched the dormitory bend down.

This time I must be joking again!

Wait for me to drink this soup and make a fool of myself!"It's a little hot. I'll wait." Lao Dao explained.

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

In fact, Lao Dao was a little hungry. He looked at the boss again, got up, and said, "boss, it's not enough. I'll go to the opposite side and buy two steamed buns."

Said, the old road ran across the street to buy some white steamed bread, sat down again, picked up a steamed bread and chewed it up directly. It was delicious.

Damn it,

what you buy is to eat at ease, which is fragrant!

And the steamed bread on the breast of the big sister who sells steamed bread.

The old Taoist ate and handed out another steamed bread to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze took the steamed bread and put it next to the soup bowl. Then he looked at the Taoist priest's eyes and smiled.

Eh,

Why do you look at me like this?

I began to murmur in my heart again,

No,

I don't jump the trap you set and don't drink the soup. Are you uncomfortable?

How can you do this!

Should I have a drink?

The old Taoist thought while chewing the steamed bread. It's like being with a tiger. None of these ghosts is easy to be offended.

It's just that the bowl of soup in front of me looks delicious. I know what's inside. If it's a centipede barbecue or a roast mouse, it's not that I can't eat it. But I don't know what it is. It's really terrible.

"Boss, eat, this steamed bread is really good." Lao Dao has a fight.

Zhou Ze picked up the steamed bread that had just been put on the table and said, "the table is not clean. The steamed bread is dirty."

"I don't care about this. Don't waste it."

The old Taoist took the steamed bread from Zhou Ze and chewed it again. Anyway, he didn't plan to drink the broth!

Big deal to find an excuse, said his steamed bread is full, can't drink.

Zhou Ze looks at Lao Dao and shakes his head.

Hey,

disappointed?

Didn't it?

Am I smart?

Are you helpless?

Lao Dao is full of happiness.

Then, the old Taoist saw Zhou Ze lower his head, take up the soup bowl, drink a mouthful of soup, then take chopsticks, clip out a piece of meat, and put it into his mouth to chew.

It can be seen that even if a lot of chili peppers are put on it, Zhou Ze still has a hard time eating them and swallows them painfully, which is in line with Zhou Ze's consistent eating pattern.

It's just that, to Lao Dao's surprise, the boss actually drinks soup?

Do you think too much?

Is this soup all right?

Lao Dao doesn't think that Zhou will sacrifice himself in order to lead himself to be deceived.

I'm a soldier everywhere?

Lao Dao watched Zhou Ze continue to drink soup and eat pancakes in great pain, and finally confirmed that the soup was OK. He added drama to himself!

At present, Lao Dao also immediately lowered his head and took a sip of soup,

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

Damn, I almost choked on the steamed bread.

The Taoist priest let go of eating and enjoyed it. Even in the city of Henan, it's not easy to find a soup house with authentic taste. Those who drink authentic taste in the whole city, especially those on the road, are worth cherishing.

With the soup, the old man finished the steamed bread and pancakes, and added the soup in the middle of the way. Well, it doesn't charge for adding the soup, authentic.

Zhou Ze ate one-third of the food and could not move. He put down his chopsticks and sat next to them.

After Lao Dao finished eating, he patted his belly and felt that he was not satisfied?

When thinking about whether to have another bowl, Zhou Ze took his wallet as a gesture, and the old man understood that he would immediately get up and settle the bill, which still has his eye power.

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

Zhou Ze shook his head. "It's not easy for you either. Let me do it."

The boss has changed,

really!

Not only invite people to have breakfast and soup, but also know how to be considerate to subordinates!

When the Taoist priest hesitated to wipe some tears to push the atmosphere up a little more, Zhou Ze walked to the other side of the road, and the Taoist priest naturally followed him. Then, the Taoist priest saw Zhou Ze stop at the stall where he had just bought steamed bread.

Hey hey,

I'll say that the steamed bread of the owner's wife in this stall is very big. You're a hypocritical boss, and Yingying's is not small. You can watch it at any time if you want.

Oh, man,

there will never be wild flowers in the house.

Lao Dao's crazy psychological activities beside him seem to him that the boss seems to have changed and become grounded after contacting with the person in his last life.

"Boss, what kind of steamed bread do you want? Or white? " Asked the landlady warmly.Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed to the landlady.

Shit, beast, let's see. You are flirting. Do you want to buy the boss's steamed bread?

Lao Dao is excited to see his boss flirt with his younger sister.

eh, isn't it said that boss Shi is even worse?

"Boss, what do you want?" Asked the landlady.

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

The Taoist priest was stupefied,

wipe,

there was an ominous premonition in his heart!

Isn't it?

No?

Not really?

Impossible, right?

The owner's wife pursed her lips, and her voice suddenly became a little low. She said: "I died early. My mother-in-law pulled three children alone, worked two shifts a day, and had to come out to sell breakfast. It was too hard.

That's why I thought that I would attach myself to her in the morning and let her rest a little longer. "

The voice is still a woman's voice, but it obviously changes into another person's voice, which should be the husband's.

"Everybody is pitiful, you should not sell pitiful, you are attached to your wife, very damaging your wife Yang Shou."

As he said, Zhou Ze opened the steaming drawer and took out a steamed bread from it. He pinched his thumb nails gently into it.

"besides, if you sell this kind of steamed bread to cheat the money of the male, even if you give your children the teaching fee, they are not afraid to damage their morality?"

The steamed bread in Zhou Ze's hand slowly began to change, and it became a paper paste steamed bread like thing. The stuffing in it was actually a mess of paste, and it was blackened.

The old way on one side, spit directly:

"spit!"