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On the way back, Zhou Ze was driving, and the old man was not suitable for driving in his current state.
"Boss, is that woman really a debt from your previous life?"
"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Uh, don't worry, boss, I'll keep it a secret for you!" The old man immediately patted his thin chest.
"The dead are the best at keeping secrets."
"" the old man said.
"Squeak"
The car braked suddenly and stopped.
The old man was startled,
Fuck,
Really want to kill someone?
Zhou Ze habitually reached out to touch the cigarette, but found that he was out of cigarettes. He looked at the old man and wanted to ask him for a cigarette, but found that the old man was shaking with his hands on his knees.
Really scared?
Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder,
"Hello."
"ah!"
The old Taoist called out and looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze is a little funny. Is his usual image so bad that he can really make the old man think that he will kill people?
"Take a cigarette."
"okay."
The old Taoist immediately took out the cigarette, handed it to Zhou Ze, and then personally helped Zhou Ze light the fire, cautiously like an ancient maid, but this maid is a bit too old.
"Boss, what do you want to do when you stop the car?"
"Stop pretending, is acting fun?"
"Forehead¡¡¡¡"
The old Taoist rolled his eyes in his heart, it's easy to serve you, a heartless and ungrateful b!
Sometimes the old man can't understand himself, and he lives a good and unrestrained life. However, why do you always have to deal with ghost bosses, but after thinking about it, you feel relieved. Maybe this is life.
Perhaps,
This is the man.
? How boring is life if you are not full and looking for some excitement and challenges?
Besides, this kind of life now is out of reach of my previous self, and neither is the vast majority of ordinary people.
"Boss, what did you stop for?" the old man asked.
"Eat breakfast."
After Zhou Ze finished speaking, he pushed open the car door and got out of the car.
Eat breakfast?
Boss, have you brought any juice? I didn't bring it.
There is a row of breakfast stalls in front, some sell pancakes, noodles, and fried dough sticks. This is a small traffic intersection, and there are many vehicles passing by. Many people drive here and stop to eat something.
Zhou Ze walked to a stall selling broth, and the stall owner was a middle-aged man.
"Two bowls of beef soup." Zhou Ze said.
"Okay, do you want to put chili?"
"put."
"OK."
The stall owner first took out two bowls, put green onion and coriander in them one by one, and then put some beef;
After that, take a spoonful of soup from the soup pot that has been burning on the coal stove and pour it in, then pour the soup in the bowl back, and then put various condiments in the bowl, and finally fill it with soup, help Zhou Ze Put two bowls on the side table.
Zhou Ze took some peppers and put some more in his bowl, ordered two more pancakes, and sat down.
The old Taoist also came at this time. He sat next to Zhou Ze, rubbed his hands, a little restrained, but also a little flattered. Damn it, the boss was treated for the first time!
This iron cock is actually a treat!
Should I cry to brighten up the atmosphere?
The old man kept doing mental activities like death, and then saw Zhou Ze beside him slowly tearing the dough into pieces and putting them into the soup bowl to soak.
The old Tao also learned from others. The old Tao has traveled far and wide in his life and stayed in many places. Of course, he is no stranger to this kind of breakfast. The tone of the boss greeting the guests can be recognized as Henan.
And many Henan people start their morning with a bowl of soup.
However, the old man didn't drink or move, just looked at Zhou Ze silently.
Zhou Ze felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and said, "What's the matter, can't you get used to it?"
"No, no, I'm used to eating."
The old man dealt with it, perfunctory.
This soup,
There is definitely a problem!
It is very problematic to stop suddenly and come down to have breakfast, but it is still serious.: "Boss, go back and let me drive, you are tired too."
Zhou Ze shook his head, "It's not easy for you, let me do it."
The boss has changed,
Really changed!
Not only do you invite your subordinates to have breakfast and soup, but you also know how to be considerate of your subordinates!
When the old man was hesitating whether to wipe away his tears or not, Zhou Ze walked towards the side of the road, and the old man followed naturally. Then, the old man saw Zhou Ze stop in front of the stall where he had just bought steamed buns .
hey-hey,
Let me just say that the steamed buns of the proprietress of this stall are very big. Boss, you are serious, and Yingying's is not small. You can see it anytime you want.
Heh, man,
Domestic flowers will never have the fragrance of wild flowers.
The old Taoist was frantically mentally moving beside him. He felt that after being in contact with the so-and-so in his previous life, the boss seemed to have changed and became down-to-earth.
"Boss, what kind of stuffed buns do you want? Or white flour?" The proprietress asked enthusiastically.
Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed at the proprietress.
Fuck, beast, let's see, you're still molested, do you want to buy the proprietress' steamed buns?
The old man excitedly watched the boss flirt with his sister,
Hey, didn't you hear that Boss Shi didn't wake up?
"Boss, what do you want?" the lady boss asked.
"You, come with me, go where you should go." Zhou Ze said.
The old man was stunned,
wipe,
The old Taoist has an ominous premonition in his heart!
Isn't it?
No way?
Can't it?
Impossible, right?
The proprietress pursed her lips, her voice suddenly became lower, and she said: "I died of illness early, my mother-in-law raised three children by herself, and she worked two shifts a day, and she had to come out to sell breakfast, it was too hard.
That's why I thought, to possess her body in the morning and let her rest for a while. "
The voice was still a woman's voice, but it was obviously changed to another person's accent, which should be her husband's.
"Everyone is pitiful, so don't be pitiful. You are possessed by your wife, which will greatly damage your wife's life."
Having said that, Zhou Ze opened the steamer, took out a steamed bun from inside, and gently pinched it in with his thumbnail.
"Besides, if you sell this kind of steamed buns to swindle Yangjian's money, even if you pay your children's education fees, aren't you afraid of damaging their morality?"
The steamed bun in Zhou Ze's hand slowly began to change,
It turned into a paper-pasted steamed bun, and the stuffing inside was actually a messy mass of paste, and it was all black.
The old Taoist on one side vomited directly:
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