Midnight Bookstore

On the way back, Zhou Ze was driving. The old Taoist priest was not suitable to drive in his current state.

“Boss, is that woman really your evil debt from your previous life?”

“What did you hear?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Er, don’t worry, boss. I’ll keep your secret!” The old Daoist priest patted his thin chest.

“The dead are the best at keeping secrets.”

“…”

Creak…

The car braked and stopped.

The old Daoist priest was shocked.

Shit.

Was he really going to silence them?

Zhou Ze reached out to touch his cigarette out of habit, but he realized that he had run out of cigarettes. He looked at the old Daoist priest and wanted to ask him for a cigarette, but he realized that the old Daoist priest was grabbing his knees and shivering.

Was he really scared?

Zhou Ze patted the old Daoist priest’s shoulder.

“Hello.”

“Ah!”

The old Daoist priest called out and looked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze found it funny. Was his image so bad that the old Daoist really thought that he would silence him?

“Take a cigarette.”

“Oh, okay.”

The old Daoist priest immediately took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Ze. Then, he personally lit the cigarette for Zhou Ze. He was careful like an ancient maid, but this maid was a little too old.

“Boss, why are you parking?”

“Stop pretending. Is acting fun?”

“Er…”

The old Daoist priest rolled his eyes in his heart. Was it easy for me to serve such a heartless person like you?!

Sometimes, the old Daoist could not understand himself. Why did he have to deal with the ghost boss when he was living a carefree life? However, after thinking about it, he felt relieved. Perhaps this was life.

Perhaps…

This must be a man.

How boring would life be if one did not eat to their fill and find some excitement and challenges?

Moreover, this kind of life was something that he could not come into contact with in the past, and most ordinary people could not.

“Boss, why did you stop?” the old Daoist asked.

“Breakfast.”

Zhou Ze opened the door and got out of the car.

Breakfast?

Boss, did you bring any juice? I didn’t bring any.

There was a row of breakfast stalls in front of them. Some were selling pancakes, some were selling noodles, and some were selling steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks. This was considered a small traffic junction, so there were quite a lot of cars coming and going. Many people drove here to stop and eat something.

Zhou Ze walked to a stall selling meat soup. The stall owner was a middle-aged man.

“Two bowls of beef soup,” Zhou Ze said.

“Alright, do you want to add spicy food?”

“Release.”

“Sure.”

The stall owner first took out two bowls and placed some onions, coriander, and beef into them.

Then, she scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot that had been boiling with the coal stove and poured it in. She then poured the soup back into the bowl and added various seasonings into the bowl. Finally, she filled the bowl with soup and helped Zhou Ze place the two bowls on a small table.

Zhou Ze placed more chili into his bowl and ordered two more pancakes before sitting down.

The old Daoist priest also came at this time. He sat beside Zhou Ze and rubbed his hands together. He felt a little awkward and flattered. Damn, this was the first time the boss was treating!

This miser was actually treating!

Should I cry to lighten the mood?

The old Daoist priest kept doing suicidal mental exercises. Then, he saw Zhou Ze slowly tearing the bread into pieces and soaking them in the soup bowl.

The old Daoist priest followed suit. He had been to many places in his life, and he was no stranger to this kind of breakfast. He could tell from the boss’ tone that he was from Henan.

And many of the Henan people’s mornings started with a bowl of soup.

However, the old Daoist priest did not drink nor move. He just looked at Zhou Ze silently.

Zhou Ze felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you not used to eating?”

“No, no, no. I’m used to it.”

The old Daoist responded perfunctorily.

This soup…

There was definitely a problem!

It was already a problem for him to suddenly stop the car and come down for breakfast. He even tore the flatbread with such a serious expression.

The old Daoist priest turned his head and sized up the boss.

What the hell is this boss?

This soup was definitely not clean!

The old Daoist felt like he had seen through everything. F*ck, the boss is playing tricks again. Just like when he told me to leave the dormitory, he stood by the side and watched the dormitory bend.

This time, he must be making fun of me again!

Wait for me to drink this soup and then make a fool of myself!

“It’s a little hot. I’ll drink it later,” the old Daoist explained.

Zhou Ze nodded and continued tearing the pancake.

The old Daoist was actually a little hungry. He took a few more glances at the boss before standing up and saying, “Boss, this isn’t enough. I’ll go to the other side and buy two steamed buns.”

As he spoke, the old Daoist priest ran to the opposite side of the road and bought a few white steamed buns. He sat down again, picked up a steamed bun, and started to eat it. He ate it very happily.

Fuck.

The food that he bought was not to worry, it was fragrant!

And the steamed bun on the chest of the girl who sold steamed buns was also very big.

As the old Daoist priest ate, he handed another mantou to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze took the steamed bun and placed it beside the soup bowl. Then, he looked at the old Daoist priest with a faint smile.

Eh?

Why are you looking at me like that?

The old Daoist priest started to mutter to himself.

No way.

If I don’t jump into your trap and drink this soup, are you uncomfortable?

How could you do this!

Should I drink a little?

The old Daoist priest chewed on his mantou as he thought to himself. Accompanying a king was like accompanying a tiger. These big shots were not to be trifled with.

However, who knew what was inside the bowl of fragrant soup that he was holding? If it was some kind of centipede barbecue or roasted rat, it was not impossible to eat, but the fear of not knowing what was inside was too scary.

“Boss, eat it. This steamed bun is really delicious.” The old Daoist priest laughed.

Zhou Ze picked up the steamed bun on the table and said, “The table is not clean. The steamed bun is dirty.”

“Then I’ll eat this. I’m not particular, so don’t waste it.”

The old Daoist priest took the steamed bun from Zhou Ze’s hands and started chewing again. He did not intend to drink this meat soup anyway!

At most, he could just find another excuse and say that he was full and could not drink anymore.

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

Heh.

Are you disappointed?

Did he succeed?

Am I smart?

Are you helpless?

The old Daoist priest was delighted.

Then, the old Daoist priest saw Zhou Ze lower his head, pick up the bowl, and drink a mouthful of soup. Then, he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth to chew.

It could be seen that even though Zhou Ze had put a lot of chili in the food, it was still very difficult for him to eat it. It was also very painful to swallow. This was in line with Zhou Ze’s usual eating style.

However, to the old Daoist priest’s surprise, the boss actually drank soup?

Was he overthinking things?

This soup is fine?

The old Daoist priest did not think that Zhou Ze would sacrifice himself just to lure him up.

Am I being paranoid?

The old Daoist priest watched as Zhou Ze continued to drink the soup and eat the flatbread in extreme pain. He finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the soup. He was adding scenes for himself!

The old Daoist priest immediately lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.

Mmm, it was very authentic and tasted very good. It was very beautiful.

Damn it, she almost choked on her bun.

The old Daoist priest ate freely and happily. Even in a city in Henan, it was not easy to find an authentic soup restaurant. It was even more precious to drink authentic soup in Tong City, especially on the roadside.

With the soup, the old Daoist priest finished all the steamed buns and flatbread. Along the way, he even added soup. Yes, the soup was free.

Zhou Ze ate one-third of it and could not eat anymore. He put down his chopsticks and sat at the side.

After the old Daoist priest finished eating, he patted his stomach and felt that he had not had enough. Was he not full?

Just as he was wondering if he should order another bowl, Zhou Ze took out his wallet.

The old Daoist priest understood tacitly and immediately stood up to settle the bill. He was still quite perceptive.

Standing up, the old Daoist priest took the car keys from the table and said, “Boss, let me drive. You’re tired too.”

Zhou Ze shook his head. “It’s not easy for you either. Let me do it.”

The boss had changed.

It really changed!

Not only did he treat his subordinates to breakfast, but he also knew how to be considerate of his subordinates!

The old Daoist priest hesitated about whether he should wipe his tears and use the momentum to increase the atmosphere. When Zhou Ze walked to the side of the road, the old Daoist priest naturally followed. Then, the old Daoist priest saw Zhou Ze stop in front of the stall where he had just bought steamed buns.

Hehe.

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Ha, man,

Home flowers would never have the fragrance of wild flowers.

The old Daoist priest’s mind raced. He felt like after interacting with the man from his previous life, the boss seemed to have changed.

“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 at the lady boss.

F*ck, beast, let’s take a look. You actually dare to tease us. Do you want to buy the lady boss’s mantou?

The old Daoist priest watched his boss flirt excitedly.

Eh, didn’t I hear that Boss Shi couldn’t get up?

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

“You, follow me to where you should go,” Zhou Ze said.

The old Daoist priest was stunned.

F*ck!

The old Daoist priest had an ominous feeling!

Seriously?

Seriously?

Surely not, right?

Impossible, right?

The lady boss pursed her lips and her voice suddenly became a little low. She said, “I died early from my illness. My wife pulled three children alone and worked two shifts a day. She even had to come out to sell breakfast. It was too tiring.

“That’s why I wanted to possess her in the morning and let her rest.”

The voice was still a woman’s, but it had obviously changed to another person’s tone. It was probably the husband’s.

“Everyone is pitiful, so stop acting pitiful. If you possess your wife, it will ruin her life.”

As he spoke, Zhou Ze opened the steamer and took out a steamed bun. His thumbnail gently dug into it.

“Moreover, selling these steamed buns to cheat the money from the Yang-Realm, even if you give your children tuition fees, aren’t you afraid of damaging their morals?”

The steamed bun in Zhou Ze’s hand slowly began to change.

It turned into something that looked like a steamed bun. The stuffing inside was actually a mess, and it had turned black.

The old Daoist priest at the side directly said,

“Urgh!”