Chapter 21 Going Back

On the way back, Zhou Ze drove. The old Taoist was in no shape to drive.

"Boss, was that woman really your karmic debt from a past life?"

"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Er, don't worry, Boss, I'll keep your secret!" The old Taoist immediately patted his skinny chest.

"The dead are the best at keeping secrets."

"............" The old Taoist.

"Screech…………"

The car screeched to a halt.

The old Taoist was startled.

Crap,

Was he really going to be silenced?

Zhou Ze habitually reached for a cigarette, only to find he was out. He looked at the old Taoist, wanting to bum one, but saw the old Taoist clutching his knees, trembling.

Was he really scared?

Zhou Ze patted the old Taoist on the shoulder.

"Hey."

"Ah!"

The old Taoist cried out, looking at Zhou Ze.

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

"Give me a cigarette."

"Oh, okay."

The old Taoist immediately took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Ze, then personally lit it for him, as careful and cautious as an ancient maid, except this maid was a little too old.

"Boss, what do you want to do by stopping the car?"

"Stop pretending. Is acting fun?"

"Er…………"

The old Taoist rolled his eyes in his heart. Was it easy to serve you, you cold-hearted bastard!

Sometimes the old Taoist couldn't understand himself. Why did he always have to deal with the ghost boss instead of enjoying his carefree life? But then he thought about it and felt relieved. Perhaps that was life.

Perhaps,

That was just being a man.

How boring would life be without seeking some excitement and challenges when you're already full?

Moreover, the current life was something he couldn't have experienced before, and most ordinary people couldn't experience either.

"Boss, why did we stop?" the old Taoist finally asked.

"Breakfast."

Zhou Ze finished speaking, opened the car door, and got out.

Breakfast?

Boss, did you bring any joss paper? I didn't.

There was a row of breakfast stalls ahead, some making jianbing (pancake), some making noodles, and some selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks. This was a small traffic intersection, with many vehicles passing by, and many people stopped here to eat something.

Zhou Ze walked to a vendor selling mutton soup. The vendor was a middle-aged man.

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

"Okay, do you want chili?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

The vendor first took out two bowls, put chopped green onions and coriander in them, and then some beef.

Then he scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot that was constantly being heated by a coal stove and poured it in, then poured the soup in the bowl back into the pot, then added various seasonings to the bowl, and finally filled it with soup, helping Zhou Ze put the two bowls on a small table on the side.

Zhou Ze put some extra chili in his bowl, ordered two flatbreads, and sat down.

The old Taoist also came over at this time. He sat next to Zhou Ze, rubbed his hands, a little restrained, but also a little flattered. Damn, this was the first time the boss was treating!

This cheapskate was actually treating!

Should I cry a little to set the mood?

The old Taoist kept doing things in his mind that would lead to his death, and then saw Zhou Ze slowly tearing the flatbread into pieces and putting them into the soup bowl to soak.

The old Taoist followed suit. The old Taoist had traveled all over the north and south and had been to many places in his life. Of course, he was no stranger to this kind of breakfast. He could tell from the boss's tone that he was from Henan.

And for many people in Henan, the morning actually starts with a bowl of soup.

However, the old Taoist didn't drink it, nor did he touch it. He just watched Zhou Ze silently.

Zhou Ze felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and said, "What's wrong? Not used to eating it?"

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

The old Taoist responded perfunctorily.

This soup,

There's definitely something wrong with it!

Suddenly stopping to eat breakfast was already very suspicious, and now he was tearing the flatbread so seriously, making it look so formal.

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

Was this boss a ghost?

Then this soup was definitely not clean!

The old Taoist felt that he had seen through everything. MMP, the boss was playing tricks again, just like he told me to go first in the dormitory building, and then he watched from the side as the dormitory building bent down.

This time he was definitely making fun of me again!

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

"It's a little hot, I'll wait a while to drink it," the old Taoist explained.

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

The old Taoist was actually a little hungry. He looked at the boss a few more times, got up, and said, "Boss, this little bit is not enough, I'll go buy two steamed buns from across the street."

With that, the old Taoist ran across the small road to buy a few white steamed buns, sat down again, picked up a steamed bun and started gnawing on it, eating with relish.

Damn,

Things I buy myself are safe and taste good!

And the steamed buns in front of the big sister selling steamed buns were also very big.

As the old Taoist ate, he handed a steamed bun to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze took the steamed bun and placed it next to the soup bowl, then looked at the old Taoist with a smile that was not a smile.

Eh,

Why is he looking at me with that look?

The old Taoist began to mutter in his heart again.

No way,

If I don't jump into the trap you set and don't drink this soup, are you unhappy?

How can you be like this!

Then should I drink a little?

The old Taoist thought while chewing on the steamed bun. It was really like accompanying a king, these ghost bosses were not easy to mess with.

It's just that, who knows what's in this bowl of fragrant soup in front of me? If it was grilled centipedes or grilled rats, it wouldn't be impossible to eat, but the unknown fear of not knowing what it was was really too terrible.

"Boss, eat, these steamed buns are really delicious," the old Taoist said with a laugh.

Zhou Ze picked up the steamed bun that he had just placed on the table and said, "The table is not clean, the steamed bun is dirty."

"Then I'll eat this one, I don't care, don't waste it."

The old Taoist took the steamed bun from Zhou Ze's hand and started gnawing on it again. Anyway, he didn't plan to drink this meat soup!

He could just find another excuse, saying that he was full from eating the steamed buns and couldn't drink anymore.

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

Hey,

Disappointed, right?

Didn't succeed, right?

I'm smart, right?

You're helpless, right?

The old Taoist felt very happy in his heart.

Then, the old Taoist saw Zhou Ze lower his head, pick up the soup bowl, take a sip of the soup, and then pick out a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew.

It could be seen that even though it had a lot of chili and tasted very strong, it was still very difficult for Zhou Ze to eat, and he swallowed very painfully. This was in line with Zhou Ze's usual eating mode.

However, what surprised the old Taoist was that the boss actually drank the soup?

Could it be that I was thinking too much?

There was no problem with this soup?

The old Taoist didn't think that Zhou Ze would sacrifice himself in order to trick him.

Was I being too sensitive?

The old Taoist watched Zhou Ze continue to drink the soup and eat the flatbread with great pain, and finally confirmed that there was no problem with the soup, and that he had added extra scenes to himself!

Immediately, the old Taoist lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.

Hmm, very authentic, the taste was great, very beautiful, very beautiful.

Damn, I almost choked on the steamed bun just now.

The old Taoist ate freely and happily. Even in the cities of Henan, it was not easy to find an authentic soup restaurant. It was even more worth cherishing to drink authentic soup in Tongcheng, especially on the roadside.

With the soup, the old Taoist finished the steamed buns and flatbread. He even added soup once in the middle. Well, adding soup was free, authentic.

Zhou Ze ate one-third of it, couldn't eat anymore, put down his chopsticks, and sat there.

After the old Taoist finished eating, he patted his belly, feeling a little unsatisfied. Was he not full?

Just as he was thinking about whether to have another bowl, Zhou Ze pretended to take out his wallet.

The old Taoist understood and immediately got up to pay the bill. He still had this much awareness.

Standing up, the old Taoist took the car keys from the table first and said, "Boss, I'll drive back. You're also tired."

Zhou Ze shook his head, "It's not easy for you either, I'll do it."

The boss had changed,

He had really changed!

Not only did he treat his subordinates to breakfast and soup, but he also knew how to care for his subordinates!

As the old Taoist hesitated whether to shed some tears to express his loyalty and push the atmosphere up a bit, Zhou Ze walked towards the road. The old Taoist naturally followed, and then, the old Taoist saw Zhou Ze stop in front of the stall where he had just bought steamed buns.

Hehe,

I knew the landlady of this stall had big steamed buns, Boss, you hypocrite, Yingying's (name of a character) are not small either, you can look at them whenever you want.

Tch, men,

Home flowers are never as fragrant as wild flowers.

The old Taoist was mentally active, he felt that after being in contact with that someone from his past life, the boss seemed to have changed and become more down-to-earth.

"Boss, what kind of steamed buns do you want? Or white ones?" the landlady asked enthusiastically.

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed at the landlady.

Damn, beast, we're just looking, but you're actually flirting. Do you want to buy the landlady's steamed buns?

The old Taoist watched the boss flirt with the girl with excitement.

Huh, wasn't it said that the boss couldn't get hard?

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

"You, come with me, go to the place you should go," Zhou Ze said.

The old Taoist was stunned.

Crap,

The old Taoist had a bad feeling!

No way?

Wouldn't it?

Not really?

Impossible, right?

The landlady pursed her lips, her voice suddenly became a little low, and said, "I died of illness early, and my wife is raising three children alone, working two shifts a day, and still has to come out to sell breakfast.

So I thought, possessing her in the morning, to let her rest for a while."

The voice was still a woman's voice, but it was obviously changed to another person's tone, it should be the husband's.

"Everyone is pitiful, so don't pretend to be pitiful. You possessing your wife is very harmful to your wife's lifespan."

With that, Zhou Ze opened the steamer and took out a steamed bun from it, and gently pinched it with his thumb nail,

"Moreover, selling this kind of steamed bun to cheat the money of the Yang world, even if it's for your children's tuition fees, aren't you afraid of harming their yin virtue?"

The steamed bun in Zhou Ze's hand slowly began to change,

It turned into a paper steamed bun-like thing, and the filling inside was actually a messy ball of paste, and it was all black.

The old Taoist on the side, vomited directly:

"Ugh!"