The noodle shop next to the bookstore had a pretty average business, almost as deserted as Zhou Ze's bookstore.

This pedestrian street was originally built around the periphery of a plaza center, but the plaza center had already been "abandoned." Except for a cinema, all the other businesses inside had moved out and closed down, making the entire plaza a desolate area with hardly any people.

At least in Tong City, the symptoms of over-urban construction were already evident. In recent years, commercial centers had been massively built and planned, but Tong City was not Shanghai and could not provide so much popularity.

Fortunately, this noodle shop could still do takeaway business, and it seemed to be doing well. But obviously, no one would suddenly feel mentally "hungry" and order a few books to gnaw on with their takeout.

Zhou Ze leaned back in his chair, still feeling dizzy. Doctor Lin sat across from him, helping Zhou Ze wipe the chopsticks with her own tissue before placing them in front of him.

She was very careful and considerate, just like how she let Xu Le sleep in the bed while she slept on the floor. But at the same time, she was very cold.

Zhou Ze didn't ask if she was really against feudal arranged marriages or if she was a lesbian herself, because it wasn't meaningful to ask. Zhou Ze wasn't interested in the inexplicable family network Xu Le had left behind, nor did he have any attachment to it.

"Is your body really okay?" Doctor Lin asked again.

"Small problem, small problem." Zhou Ze himself was a doctor. He knew that his problem with eating and sleeping was difficult to explain using modern medical theories, let alone treat.

Fortunately, he now had a place to sleep, but this eating thing... it was a headache.

If he didn't eat, he would faint, like he just had. But if he did eat... the thought alone made him nauseous.

"If you don't have a good appetite, have a bowl of sour plum juice first." The noodle shop owner was around thirty years old, but his face already had some wrinkles. The burden of life seemed to be heavy.

"Sour plum juice, will that help?" Zhou Ze asked helplessly.

"It's appetizing." The noodle shop owner smiled, then shouted towards the back room, "Wife, is the pickled mustard tuber noodles ready?"

The owner went into the back room, and the sound of the couple talking could be heard.

Zhou Ze looked at the sour plum juice in front of him, took a spoonful, and put it in his mouth. As soon as he swallowed it, Zhou Ze's face changed.

"What's wrong?" Doctor Lin pulled out a tissue and held it in front of Zhou Ze's chin.

Zhou Ze twisted his face and clutched his stomach,

Then took a deep breath and said:

"It's so sour."

Yes, it was so sour that his whole body was about to spasm, even suppressing the nausea.

"Here it is, the noodles are here." The owner's wife came over with the noodles and put them down in front of Zhou Ze, saying at the same time, "You can't drink our sour plum juice so fast."

Doctor Lin looked at the noodles and frowned slightly, "These noodles are cooked too soft."

Meaning they were cooked for too long, and the noodles had lost their elasticity, greatly affecting the taste.

"This... our noodles are just like this." The owner's wife said with a look of embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhou Ze waved his hand. Whether they were soft or not, elastic or not, it didn't matter to him at the moment. He just needed to be able to eat them. He needed energy. If he still couldn't eat, Zhou Ze would have to choose to go to the hospital for a glucose injection.

Very solemnly raising his head, Zhou Ze felt like he was a suicide warrior, solemn and respectful. Then he suddenly lowered his head and poured the incredibly sour sour plum juice into his mouth in one gulp.

Hiss…………

That sourness,

It was like pouring sulfuric acid into his stomach.

But then, Zhou Ze directly picked up his chopsticks, picked up the noodles and sent them to his mouth. He devoured them as quickly as possible. In five or six mouthfuls, a bowl of noodles was sent into his stomach. Then he picked up the bowl and poured all the noodle soup into his mouth.

Huff…………

"Clatter!"

Zhou Ze put down the empty noodle bowl,

He breathed a long sigh. He ate it!

The next moment, Zhou Ze reached out and covered his chest. The nausea returned after being suppressed by the sour plum soup, but the food had already entered his stomach. Zhou Ze almost strangled his own neck with both hands to avoid throwing up.

Not throwing up was a success,

The food,

Finally, he ate it.

Sweat had already soaked Zhou Ze's forehead, and he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly.

At this time,

Doctor Lin and the owner's wife were both a little dazed. Zhou Ze's eating manner just now was too shocking.

"Hehe, it seems like you were really hungry. Do you want another bowl?" the owner's wife asked.

"No need, no need." Zhou Ze refused.

"Okay." The owner's wife cleared away the dishes in front of Zhou Ze and shouted to the back room, "Dad, prepare the noodles for this afternoon. The takeaway orders should be coming soon."

The owner's wife went in. Her figure couldn't be called graceful, and she could only be considered of average appearance, but the beauty was in her heavy breasts and high, firm lower body, which added a special charm and was particularly attractive.

"You like... that kind?" Doctor Lin asked.

Because Zhou Ze had been watching the owner's wife go into the back room.

"No." Zhou Ze shook his head. I do like your kind, but you won't let me sleep with you.

Zhou Ze was slightly startled. The thought of "not letting me sleep with you" had been in his mind for a long time, almost becoming an obsession. It had to be admitted that Doctor Lin was indeed very beautiful and still young.

Even if she was Xu Le's wife,

Even if Zhou Ze had never been married in his previous life,

But honestly asking himself,

He still wanted to sleep with her.

It was precisely because he couldn't sleep with her that he was conflicted and often thought about it.

"Not going home?" Doctor Lin asked again.

"Not going." Zhou Ze confirmed.

"Then I'm leaving." Doctor Lin stood up. "Call me if you need anything."

After all, he was her nominal husband, even if there was no marital relationship.

"Okay." Zhou Ze nodded. If I had known you were so easy to talk to and so considerate, I should have borrowed some money from you when I was broke.

Doctor Lin left, driving away in her Porsche Cayenne.

Zhou Ze was still sitting in the noodle shop. His bookstore was next door. Even if he had finished eating, he could still sit here and chat, since they were neighbors.

The owner came out of the back room and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

"How much?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You're welcome. Your brother can afford to treat you to a bowl of noodles." The owner waved his hand magnanimously. They were neighbors, and they would see each other often in the future. There was no need to be estranged over a bowl of noodles.

"Won't your wife scold you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, women, what do they know? It's not their place to speak." The owner of the noodle shop exuded a strong sense of machismo.

A man, no matter what his status is at home, at least on the outside, he always has to put on an act. No one wants to admit that he's afraid of his wife on the outside, just like no one wants to admit that his downstairs doesn't work.

"Hehe, your wife is quite pretty," Zhou Ze said.

Teasing someone else's wife is a taboo. But if two men are facing outwards, teasing a girl walking on the road, that's a topic of fun between men.

The owner was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything, just smiled. The owner had a good temper. People who run small businesses always understand the principle of being friendly to make money.

Zhou Ze smiled,

The owner also smiled.

"Isn't this joke a bit too much?" The owner was still suppressing his anger.

"What if your wife agrees?" Zhou Ze continued.

"Was that your wife just now?" The owner changed the subject.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Would you be willing to give her up?" The owner asked again.

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. Although she was Xu Le's wife, she was now his nominally. Zhou Ze was not willing to give her up.

"Then why do you think I would be willing?" The owner retorted.

"Maybe you have some special preferences and unusual fetishes? There are many things like that nowadays, aren't there?"

"Brother, I haven't hit anyone in a long time." The owner stood up.

"Call your wife out and ask her. I want to hear her say whether she's willing or not." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and smiled.

"Hehe." The owner took a few steps closer to Zhou Ze.

"You stand here and shout for her to come out." Zhou Ze insisted.

"You're courting death!" The owner pounced over.

"Can she come out?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

The owner was stunned,

Then his face showed a look of horror, and he retreated several steps in fright.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked towards the back room, lifting the curtain. There was no one inside.

Only a piece of human skin belonging to a woman,

Hanging on a clothes rack,

Because the wind came in when the curtain was opened,

It fluttered gently,

Drifting slowly.

"How... did you see through it?" The owner walked over slowly, and you couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry from his voice.

"There's a saying... are you kidding me?" Zhou Ze turned around, looked at the owner, "It's time to tear off this layer of skin on you too.

I'm very curious,

How bored are you,

Here,

Performing this skit."