Chapter 45 Going Back

On the way back, Zhou Ze drove. The old Taoist, in his current state, wasn't fit to drive.

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

"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.

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

"The dead are the best at keeping secrets."

"…………" The old Taoist.

"Screech…………"

The car screeched to a halt.

The old Taoist was shocked.

Holy 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 found the old Taoist clutching his knees, trembling.

Was he really that scared?

Zhou Ze patted the old Taoist's shoulder.

"Hey."

"Ah!"

The old Taoist cried out, looking at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze found it amusing. Was his usual image really that bad, that the old Taoist would think he'd commit murder to 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, careful and cautious like an ancient handmaiden, only this handmaiden was a bit too old.

"Boss, what did you stop the car for?"

"Stop pretending. Is acting that fun?"

"Uh…………"

The old Taoist rolled his eyes inwardly. Was it easy serving such a heartless bastard like you!

The old Taoist sometimes couldn't understand himself. Why did he have to deal with this ghost boss when he could be living a carefree life? But then he thought about it and felt relieved. Perhaps this was life.

Perhaps,

This was just being a man.

How boring would life be if you didn't seek out some excitement and challenges when you were full and had nothing else to do?

Moreover, this kind of life was something he couldn't have experienced before, and most ordinary people couldn't experience either.

"Boss, what did you stop for?" the old Taoist finally asked.

"Breakfast."

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

Breakfast?

Boss, did you bring the soup money? I didn't bring any.

There was a row of breakfast stalls ahead, some selling jianbing (Chinese savory crepe), some selling noodles, and some selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks. This was a small traffic intersection, with a lot of vehicles passing by. Many people drove here and parked to eat something.

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

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

"Alright, with chili?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

The stall owner first took out two bowls, put scallions and cilantro in them, and then some beef.

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

Zhou Ze added a lot of chili to his bowl and ordered two flatbreads, then sat down.

The old Taoist also came over at this time. He sat next to Zhou Ze, rubbed his hands, a little restrained, and 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 suicidal mental exercises, and then saw Zhou Ze slowly tearing the flatbread into pieces and putting them into the soup bowl to soak.

The old Taoist also followed suit. The old Taoist had traveled all over the country in his life and had been to many places. Of course, he was no stranger to this kind of breakfast food. He could immediately tell from the boss's accent 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, just silently watched Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was 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 and getting out to eat breakfast was already very suspicious, and he even tore the flatbread in such a serious manner.

The old Taoist turned his head and glanced at the owner again.

Was this owner 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 before in the dormitory building when he told me to go first, and then watched from the side, watching the dormitory building bend 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 owner again, got up, and said, "Boss, this isn't enough. I'll go buy two steamed buns from across the street."

Saying 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 very deliciously.

Damn,

The things I buy myself are safe to eat, and they taste good!

And the steamed buns in front of the big sister who sold the 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 put it next to the soup bowl, then looked at the old Taoist with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Eh,

Why is he looking at me with that kind of gaze?

The old Taoist's heart began to mutter again.

No way,

I'm not jumping into the trap you set, not drinking this soup, and you're not happy?

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 tiger when accompanying a ruler. None of these ghost bosses were easy to provoke.

However, who knows what's inside this bowl of fragrant soup in front of me? If it's barbecued centipedes or roasted rats, it's not impossible to eat, but the unknown fear of not knowing what it is is really too terrible.

"Boss, eat, this steamed bun is really delicious," the old Taoist said with a chuckle.

Zhou Ze picked up the steamed bun that he had just put on the table and said, "The table isn't clean, the steamed bun is dirty."

"Then I'll eat this one. I'm not picky. Don't waste it."

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

At worst, he would find another excuse, saying that he was full from eating 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 was secretly pleased.

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

It could be seen that even though a lot of chili was added and the taste was very strong, it was still very difficult for Zhou Ze to eat, and he swallowed very painfully, which was in line with Zhou Ze's consistent eating habits.

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

Could it be that I was overthinking it?

There's nothing wrong with this soup?

The old Taoist didn't think that Zhou Ze would sacrifice himself in order to lure him into taking the bait.

Was I just seeing ghosts?

The old Taoist watched Zhou Ze continue to drink the soup and eat the flatbread with great pain, and finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the soup, and he was just adding drama to himself!

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

Mmm, very authentic, the taste is great, very good, very good.

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

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

With the soup, the old Taoist finished the steamed buns and flatbread. He even added more soup once in the middle. Mmm, adding soup doesn't cost money, authentic.

Zhou Ze ate a third of it and couldn't eat anymore, so he put down his chopsticks and sat on the side.

After the old Taoist finished eating, he patted his belly and felt a little unsatisfied. Didn't I actually get full?

Thinking about whether to have another bowl, Zhou Ze made a gesture 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 tired too."

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

The boss has changed,

He's really changed!

Not only does he treat his subordinates to breakfast and soup, but he also knows how to be considerate of his subordinates!

The old Taoist hesitated whether to shed some tears and take the opportunity to express his loyalty to push the atmosphere up a bit more when 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 the steamed buns.

Hehe,

I said that the landlady of this stall has big steamed buns, right? Boss, you hypocrite, Yingying's are not small either. You can look at them whenever you want.

Tch, men,

Home-grown flowers are never as fragrant as wild ones.

The old Taoist was having a crazy mental activity. He felt that after being in contact with that someone from a previous life, the boss seemed to have changed, becoming more down-to-earth.

"Boss, what kind of steamed bun do you want? Or just plain?" The landlady asked enthusiastically.

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed at the landlady.

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

The old Taoist excitedly watched the boss flirt,

Eh, didn't I hear that the boss can'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 an ominous premonition in his heart!

No way?

Wouldn't it?

Not that far, right?

Impossible, right?

The landlady pursed her lips, her voice suddenly becoming a little lower, "I died young from an illness, and my wife is raising three children alone, working two jobs a day, and still has to come out to sell breakfast.

So I thought, I'd possess her in the morning, so she could rest a little longer."

The voice was still a woman's voice, but it was obviously a different tone, it should be the husband's.

"Everyone is pitiful, so don't try to sell pity, you're harming your wife's life force by possessing her."

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

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

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

Turning into a paper-mache steamed bun-like thing, the filling inside was actually a messy pile of paste, and it was all black.

The old Taoist on the side, directly started to vomit:

"Puke!"