Chapter 242

It takes a little time to cook medicinal meals. Zhou Ze, who is waiting in the office, is the first one to wait, not Mingming, but Yingying.

"Boss?"

White Yingying stood at the door of the office and shouted.

Zhou Ze came out.

"Boss, what are you doing here, not playing games?"

White Yingying glances at the Internet bar. Many screens are playing with eating chicken.

"The boss of the Internet cafe is a cook. He is cooking for me. I am waiting to eat."

Of course, Zhou Ze can't say that he is waiting for decoction to take medicine,

otherwise, how should Bai Yingying answer when he asks what disease to take medicine for?

"Ah, Xu Niang is so sad that you won't eat his juice,

now you won't even eat the food he made."

The white warbler was very distressed for her colleagues, but her eyes soon turned to the bar.

"Go and play, and call you when I'm leaving."

"OK."

Bai Yingying immediately ran to the bar to charge money, and then happily went to the top matching VIP Hall for 80 yuan an hour.

Zhou Ze stood by the bar, took a pack of cigarettes, took it apart, took one out and lit it.

It happened that Qu Zhenzhen came down from the second floor and saw Zhou Ze taking a cigarette. She didn't say anything, but she went to the bar to tidy things without expression.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that he was like a bad neighbor. He ran to other people's houses and even took food with him.

Zhou Ze didn't want to see the girl's cold all the time. His brother was self mutilated and made medicinal meals, and he couldn't always pull his face taut as if it were 258.

"Your brother is very handsome. He looks like Li Yifeng."

The voice of the Internet bar is a bit noisy.

Qu Zhenzhen listened to Zhou Ze's words, looked up at him doubtfully and asked:

"it looks like ****?"

“…………” Zhou Ze.

"Well, my uncle is very handsome." Zhou Ze recognized it.

"Today, it's my fault. My brother has taught me a lesson." Qu Zhenzhen sighed, "but the woman dared to scold my brother and beat him. I can't see it."

"In fact, it's like this. You are not very ordinary people, but if you want to live an ordinary life, you still need to adjust your mind."

"What about you?" Qu Zhen looks at Zhou Ze. "The girl who just passed by, is she familiar with you? If someone in the Internet bar scolds her and beats her now, what will be your reaction? "

"I'll keep smoking." Zhou Ze said calmly.

Qu Zhen's nose is wrinkled. She really can't have any good feelings for Zhou Ze. Now she stops talking and sits down to sort out the things in front of her.

Zhou Ze spits out a smoke ring and takes a look at the white warbler sitting in the VIP glass box over there.

Joke,

who dares to provoke her, scold her, hit her,

she will talk to you?

It's possible to eat you alive.

Zhou Ze has seen the Orioles.

But these two brothers and sisters are really blind. They can't tell if they are ghosts. They just say they are tomb robbers. They can't tell if Bai Yingying is a zombie.

When the smell came,

Zhou Ze turned around and saw Mingming students coming down the stairs with a casserole.

Zhou Ze took the initiative and asked, "is it hot or not?"

"A little." Mingming replied.

Qu Mingming just planned to say, "it doesn't matter if he can afford it himself. He doesn't need Zhou Ze's help."

but who knows that Zhou Ze's next sentence is:

"then be careful, don't spill it out. I've been waiting so long."

“…………” Clearly.

A set of antique chopsticks was placed around the casserole.

Zhou Ze took the porcelain bowl in his hand, played with it, and appreciated the fine carving patterns on it. He said:

"it's a luxury, did it come from the official kiln in Qianlong's reign?"

"Expert!"

It's worthy of living by fighting backwards.

Zhou Ze laughed in his heart.

he didn't have the money and leisure to play with antiques in his last life.

he knew this bowl because there was a pair of funerary objects of Yingying. When Zhou Ze took it, there were more than half a million porcelain bowls.

"Is it rich to be a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

Ordinary people can't afford to eat with this kind of bowl. It's to eat with 500000 yuan.

"In fact, it's OK, but now traditional Chinese medicine has been fried too much, and many pyramid schemes like to take the title of traditional Chinese medicine;

moreover, the real traditional Chinese medicine needs time for rest and precipitation, and it's hard to achieve it quickly, so there are not many real level traditional Chinese medicine active in the society."Qu Mingming personally served Zhou Zesheng a bowl of soup, but there was no dish, and no messy tonic in it. The soup was beautiful, the water was clear, and it was not greasy at all.

Zhou Ze had secretly drunk a little bit of bi'anhua oral liquid in advance. Now, naturally, he could slowly lift the bowl and take a sip.

It's delicious,

it's very delicious,

and after drinking,

it seems that there's a heat flow flowing into your stomach.

After a few more drinks,

waited for a while,

only felt that several small streams of heat flowed continuously in his four limb position, and at last, they went down together,

converged to an indescribable position.

"Oh."

This effect,

is really awesome,

can catch up with Wei,,, ge.

Qu Mingming gives Zhou Zesheng the second bowl and puts it in front of him, making a gesture of "please".

"A little full."

As Zhou Ze said this, he took up the bowl again, took a sip and asked:

"why don't you drink it?"

Qu Mingming hears the words,

smiles slightly,

is a little confident,

everything,

is in silence.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that the soup was not as delicious as before.

"Mr. Zhou often goes to the tomb. Of course, he knows a lot. But I'm curious about one thing. In the area of Tongcheng, there should be few ancient tombs. Why did Mr. Zhou choose to set foot in this place?"

"If you like to go whoring, do you still have to buy your home across from the club?"

Qu Mingming nodded, as if he thought this sentence was very reasonable.

"If Mr. Zhou has something in his hand that needs to be sold, he can send it to me. You can see it. I personally like collecting antiques."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Ze simply continued the misunderstanding, nodded and said:

"OK."

After drinking the soup, Zhou Ze gets up to leave. Qu Mingming sends Zhou Ze to the entrance of the Internet cafe.

Bai Yingying is still playing there. Zhou Ze is having a good time watching her and doesn't call her. Anyway, it's not far away from home, just across the street. Zhou Ze returns to the bookstore first.

At this time,

the old road has just swept the road. Oh no, it's for the sake of building a civilized city to make contributions and come back from work;

however, there are two young people in urban management uniforms standing beside the old road.

The old Taoist priest was sandwiched between them. He was embarrassed, especially when he saw Zhou Ze coming back.

Zhou Ze frowned a little,

is it hard that he went to comfort his lost foot by taking a small job in the middle of the old way?

But it's not right either,

I haven't seen the urban management sweep the Yellow River.

"Is it him?" A young Chengguan pointed to Zhou Ze and asked.

"Well, no, no..." Lao Dao began to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"Oh, it's you."

A young city manager walked forward a few steps, came to zhouze, pointed to zhouze's nose and shouted:

"are you his son?"

“…………” Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze looks at Lao Dao.

The old Taoist priest was so scared that he killed the calf secretly.

"How do you become a son!

In the summer, ask the old man to sweep the road. In case the old man gets heat stroke, I will tell you that you are abusing the old man! "

Zhou Ze licked his lips, but he didn't rush to refute anything.

"We found out this time. I'm not a policeman or a business man. I can't control you. But you need to know a truth. People are doing what they want.

No matter what the old man's relationship with you used to be, you, as a son, have to weigh your conscience! "

As he said,

the young city manager also reached out and took a picture at zhouze's chest position,

"remember, next time I will come, if I find out that you are abusing the old man and let the old man sweep the road in such a big sun, you will look good.

I'm a city manager. What's the name of a city manager

When the young Chengguan said this, he deliberately pretended to be ferocious and defiled the name of the Chengguan to enhance the deterrent force.

"Ha ha."

Zhou Ze smiled and nodded, took out the cigarette and handed it to the other side.

"Don't make friends with me!"

The young urban management didn't take over at all, "be nice to the old man, you know?"

After that, he went to Lao Dao again and patted him on the shoulder and said:

"old man, next time your son is not filial to you, you tell us that you can go to the Urban Management Bureau to find us and we will hold justice for you!"The old man's face is worse than crying. At the same time, he looks at the young Chengguan in front of him. At the same time, he secretly looks at the boss's reaction. He can only send the two good Chengguan away with a thousand thanks.

Two Chengguan got on the business car next to them. One of them was answering the phone, but he didn't rush to leave.

Lao Dao walked to Zhou Ze's side and explained carefully:

"boss, listen to my explanation. They are nosy and come to ask me. I just want to find a reason not to let them bother me. Who knows if my son let me

They took it seriously and insisted on following me back to my son... "

Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring,

looks at the Taoist priest,

shouts:

"Dad?"

"Ouch, ouch!!!!"

Lao Dao was so scared that he knelt down directly to Zhou Ze. If he wasn't in the street, Lao Dao would like to kowtow directly to Zhou Ze.

Females,

will suffer!

Finished the calf!

Zhou Ze dropped his cigarette end on the ground and said, "stand up, they haven't left yet."

The old Taoist can only stand up again, but his face is scared green.

"Is there Rune paper in the crotch?"

"No, no, the ancestral Rune paper is very refined and expensive. Last time I used it, it was the last one."

Zhou Ze directly ignored the old saying,

refers to the official lane of the city management:

"go and paste a sign on the back of their car."

After that,

Zhou Ze walked directly into the bookstore.

"Stickers on the back of the car?"

Lao Dao looked around doubtfully and found nothing different,

but thought that the boss couldn't play with himself,

now he took out the cow tears in his pocket and wiped them,

the whole person of Lao Dao was stunned directly,

the position behind the city management official vehicle was empty before,

but now,

even filled with wreaths!