Zhou, the owner, had no idea that just a moment ago,

he had almost faced a water meter check from hell.

The woman in high heels circled around South Street,

even pausing for a moment in front of the bookstore, but only briefly, before leaving.

Her appearance and departure

were like a drop of water falling into the sea, then another drop being taken out, unnoticed by anyone.

Including,

Zhou, the owner, who slept soundly with Yingying until dawn.

Waking up,

it was another pleasant and relaxed day.

Xu Qinglang had porridge for breakfast today, vegetable porridge, delicious and not greasy, with side dishes like "dried radish," "shredded ginger," and "pickled cowpea,"

eating comfortably.

After the meal,

Zhou Ze didn't sit in his favorite spot and start his new day in his usual way,

but went next door.

The front door of the next-door space was sealed, truly sealed, plastered completely with cement. Meanwhile, Deadpool and Hei Xiaoniu basically slept next door.

Hei Xiaoniu, other than coming back to the bookstore for meals, usually couldn't be bothered to come here to pass the time.

She genuinely loved farming; nothing made her happier than tending to her own small vegetable garden.

Zhou Ze went in to take a look, Hei Xiaoniu was sitting there sharpening tools, all kinds of odd-shaped little tools. In her words, tending to the Bianhua flowers (other shore flowers) was a delicate job that allowed for no carelessness, completely different from growing rice outside, and the tools had to be perfect.

His own slave had this kind of work attitude and enthusiasm,

Zhou, the owner and slave master, was very pleased.

Then,

Zhou Ze saw Deadpool.

Deadpool was actually naked, only his head exposed, buried in a pit.

Some people like to do this on the beach, but this was a muddy field.

Hei Xiaoniu took a watering can, walked to Deadpool's side, and sprinkled some water on the soil around Deadpool;

then, she clapped her hands and went back to sharpen her tools.

"What does this mean?"

Zhou Ze asked, pointing at Deadpool.

"Hehehe…………"

Deadpool was still smiling stupidly at Zhou Ze.

"Don't worry, I won't plant him before I get your permission. He wasn't cultivated well before, so now I'm planting him for a while every day to replenish his nutrients."

"Nutrients?"

"Yes, nutrients from the soil, from Mother Earth."

Hei Xiaoniu said it for granted,

and her eyes showed an undisguised impatience,

like she was looking at a fool who couldn't distinguish between grains trying to teach Yuan Longping how to grow rice.

Zhou Ze shook his head, not understanding, but he didn't interfere. Let the professionals do their thing.

Walking back to the bookstore, Zhou Ze saw a familiar figure sitting there.

The owner Zhou first subconsciously moved his gaze downward,

looking at the other party's legs under the coffee table,

sighing inwardly;

a pair of light blue slim-fitting jeans,

a white shirt and a jacket, with her hair down, Dr. Lin, who wasn't very old to begin with, exuded an air of youthful innocence.

Of course,

those slender and voluptuous legs tightly wrapped in jeans and that rounded area sitting on the sofa,

were really attractive.

"Boss, Yingying isn't here. I saw her come earlier, so I asked Houzai (Monkey) to take Yingying upstairs to play games,"

Lao Dao (Old Daoist) leaned close to Zhou Ze and whispered, acting like a seasoned advisor,

with the intention of helping the young master hide his pimping from the young mistress.

Xu Qinglang came out with two cups of milk tea. The milk tea in the bookstore was different from the milk tea outside. The milk tea outside might be made with tea powder, which was very low in cost.

The bookstore wouldn't do that because there were very few customers. The customers who ordered milk tea were even better, so most of the ingredients inside were what they ate themselves. They couldn't rip off the customers, could they?

Putting down the two cups of milk tea,

Xu Qinglang smiled at Dr. Lin,

and said:

"Your skin has gotten a little worse recently."

Xu Qinglang knew Dr. Lin; it wasn't strange to chat for a few words when they met.

"Maybe I've been too tired recently."

Dr. Lin wasn't angry.

"Well, pay more attention to taking care of yourself."

"Then can you teach me some secrets to taking care of myself?"

"Sure, we can chat another time if there's a chance."

As he spoke,

Xu Qinglang took the tray and prepared to leave because he saw Zhou Ze had already walked over.

However, he still paused and said:

"Like today, it's getting colder, and not wearing stockings is a good thing;

Women, you have to learn to cherish yourself."

"…………" Zhou Ze.

The owner Zhou heard it!

"You guys chat."

Xu Qinglang bowed slightly, like a waiter, and left.

It had to be said,

ever since Lao Xu swallowed a part of the Sea God last time, not only was he getting closer to being a chef in cooking, but even in his daily life, he seemed to have a little more indescribable temperament.

Dr. Lin stood up, looked at Zhou Ze, and generously extended her hand to Zhou Ze.

It was so formal that it was a little unaccustomed to. Zhou Ze didn't reach out to shake it, but instead said:

"I just went to the field to take a look, I didn't wash my hands."

Dr. Lin nodded and smiled: "I'm here to thank you for the surgery last time."

Others might not know, but Dr. Lin knew that Zhou Ze's strange behavior in the operating room that day must have had his deep meaning.

"It's nothing, you're welcome."

"Then I'll leave."

Dr. Lin picked up her bag, opened the door of the bookstore, got straight into her Cadillac, and left.

She just came to say thank you,

without any other intentions.

"She's leaving just like that?"

Lao Dao put his head next to Zhou Ze and asked strangely.

"Yeah."

"She's not even inviting you to a meal?" Lao Dao asked again.

"Rather than moistening each other when both are drying up, it would be better to forget each other in the jianghu (martial world)."

Zhou Ze knew in his heart that his help with Dr. Lin's father's surgery last time didn't actually advance their relationship, but instead pushed them further apart.

For Dr. Lin, she wasn't willing to always lie at Zhou Ze's side to ask for anything.

Lao Dao let out a sigh, "This Dr. Lin, she's actually quite particular about things."

"Yeah."

"Boss, do you want to take a look at the flyers that were sent over today?"

As he spoke,

Lao Dao handed over a brochure,

at the back street of South Street, near Central Park, a new wax museum had opened, behind the old Christian church.

Although it was just the difference between the front street and the back street, the back street was generally sparsely populated, and few people would go there for a stroll. Therefore, it was considered a tranquil place in the middle of a bustling city.

It was opening, and it was normal to invite neighbors to take a look.

"I'm not going."

"Why not? I think it's pretty good."

"Those who have been to hell don't believe in heaven."

"Oh."

Lao Dao nodded,

thinking what was wrong with the boss today,

he had become like a poet.

At this time, Zhou Ze saw the little boy sitting at the bar with his workbook, doing his homework seriously.

"Hey, is homework interesting?"

The old monster who had lived for hundreds of years was seriously doing elementary school homework.

Zhou Ze teased.

"She used to sit here and do her homework."

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

really wanting to punch this guy in the head.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly,

the little boy stood up,

staring straight out the door.

Zhou Ze turned around and saw Wang Ke and the little loli (Lolita) beside Wang Ke standing at the door.

Wang Ke pushed the door open and walked in. "A friend of mine opened a wax museum nearby. It's opening today, and I'm going to send a flower basket."

"Oh, then go."

At this time,

the little boy reached out and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's clothes.

Get lost!

I'm not going!

Zhou Ze glared at him.

The little boy silently sat back down at the bar and continued doing his homework.

"Then I'll go first."

Wang Ke just came by to say hello and parked his car in front of the bookstore. Seeing that Zhou Ze didn't plan to go, he took the little loli's hand and left.

The owner Zhou was just about to call Yingying down to make him a cup of coffee. The sun was out, and he had to go bask in it.

Turning his head,

he found that Attorney An was standing behind him with a melancholy expression.

"Uh…………"

"Boss, you have to go."

As he spoke,

Attorney An pointed at himself,

and then pointed at the little zombie who was "seriously" sitting at the bar doing his homework.

"Hehe."

"I work hard for the bookstore, and I spent half the night grinding tofu with Lao Zhang yesterday,

is it easy for me?"

"And then……"

"And then, you have the heart to let me not sleep well?"

Attorney An stared straight at Zhou Ze,

the meaning was simple,

I'm not going to work hard, not going to bother you, and not going to urge you to improve,

I'm racking my brains to help others in the bookstore to improve,

you don't even want to let me go to sleep?

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Ze softened his heart and nodded,

"Okay, I'll go upstairs to get my phone."

Attorney An smiled, satisfied.

Walking upstairs, before he could push open the bedroom door, Zhou Ze heard the sound of a game coming from inside:

"Hey, number 1, number 2, can you guys talk?"

"Ying ying ying!"

"Zhi zhi zhi!"

"…………".

Pushing the door open, Zhou Ze took his phone. Yingying wanted to go with Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze saw that she and Monkey were having fun playing games, so he let her stay here.

Anyway, it wasn't far.

Taking his phone downstairs,

then holding the little boy's hand,

crossing the small path in the flower garden, it was only eight or nine hundred meters to the back street.

First, a church stood here. This church was also quite old. It was said to have existed in the late Qing Dynasty. Later, it was destroyed at one point, and the current one was rebuilt twenty years ago.

"I don't like this place."

The little boy said.

"I don't like it either."

Zhou Ze echoed.

The identity of the "father and son"

determined that they definitely didn't like places like churches.

"In the past, the mountain people in the mountains also built temples for me."

"What happened later?"

"Later, I tore down the temple," the little boy replied. "I saved two mountain people, but they built a temple for me. Did they want me to be struck by lightning?"

Zhou Ze nodded, deeply agreeing.

"Have you ever believed in this?" the little boy suddenly asked. "I heard you died not two years ago."

"I believed in it, maybe."

"Ah?" The little boy was a little surprised. "That's quite surprising."

"It's not surprising. Most Chinese people actually believe in it."

"I don't think so."

"But they really all believe in it."

"Hmm?"

"For example, when a person's left eye suddenly starts twitching, he will happily think that his left eye is twitching for wealth.

But when a person's right eye twitches, he doesn't think that his right eye is twitching for disaster,

but,

Bah,

superstition."