Chapter 147 Cooking Food Takes Time

It took some time to prepare the medicinal cuisine. Zhou Ze, waiting in the office, was surprised when Yingying arrived before Mingming.

"Boss?"

Bai Yingying called out from the office doorway.

Zhou Ze walked out.

"Boss, what are you doing here? Aren't you playing games?"

Bai Yingying glanced around the internet cafe, noting that many screens displayed the "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds" game.

"The internet cafe owner is a chef. He's making me food. I'm waiting to eat."

Of course, Zhou Ze couldn't say he was waiting for medicinal herbs; otherwise, how would he answer Bai Yingying's inevitable questions about what illness he was treating?

"Ah, then Ms. Xu must be heartbroken. You won't drink her juices anymore, and now you won't even eat her cooking."

Bai Yingying feigned sympathy for her colleague, but her gaze quickly shifted to the bar.

"Go play. I'll call you when I'm about to leave."

"Okay!"

Bai Yingying immediately ran to the bar to top up her account and happily headed to the top-tier VIP room, which cost eighty yuan an hour.

Zhou Ze stood by the bar, casually grabbed a pack of cigarettes, opened it, took one out, and lit it.

Just then, Qu Zhenzhen came down from the second floor. Seeing Zhou Ze take the cigarettes, she didn't say anything, simply walked emotionlessly behind the bar to tidy things up.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt like an unwelcome neighbor, eating and taking things from someone else's home.

With his belly full and a cigarette in hand, Zhou Ze didn't want to see the girl's perpetually cold demeanor. Her brother was self-harming and making medicinal meals, so he shouldn't keep acting so aloof.

"Your brother is quite handsome, looks like Li Yifeng."

The internet cafe was a bit noisy.

Hearing Zhou Ze's words, Qu Zhenzhen looked up at Zhou Ze, somewhat confused, and asked:

"Looks like *******?"

"............" Zhou Ze.

"I guess so, ******* Uncle is also quite handsome." Zhou Ze conceded.

"Today, it was my fault. My brother has already lectured me," Qu Zhenzhen sighed. "But that woman dared to scold my brother and even hit him. I really couldn't stand it."

"The fact is, you aren't exactly ordinary people. But if you want to live ordinary lives, you need to adjust your mindset."

"What about you?" Qu Zhenzhen looked at Zhou Ze. "The girl who just passed by, you're very familiar with her, right? If someone in the internet cafe were to scold or hit her, what would your reaction be?"

"I would continue smoking my cigarette," Zhou Ze said calmly.

Qu Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose. She really couldn't bring herself to like Zhou Ze. She didn't say anything further and sat down to organize the things in front of her.

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Bai Yingying, who was sitting in the VIP glass booth.

What a joke.

Who would dare provoke her, scold her, or hit her?

Did they think she would just *ying ying ying* at them?

She'd probably swallow them whole.

Zhou Ze had seen Bai Yingying's true nature.

It was these siblings who were truly blind. They couldn't see that he was a grim reaper and insisted he was a tomb raider. They also couldn't see that Bai Yingying was a zombie.

The aroma wafted over.

Zhou Ze turned his head back.

He saw Mingming coming down the stairs with a casserole.

Zhou Ze took the initiative to step forward and asked, "Is it hot?"

"A little," Mingming replied.

Qu Mingming was just about to say, "It's okay, he can carry it himself, no need for Zhou Ze to help,"

But who knew Zhou Ze's next words would be:

"Then be careful, don't spill it. I've been waiting for so long."

"............" Mingming.

The casserole was placed on the table,

Surrounded by a set of antique-looking bowls and chopsticks.

Zhou Ze picked up a porcelain bowl, fiddled with it, admiring the delicate carvings, and said:

"Truly extravagant. It's from the official kiln of the Qianlong era, isn't it?"

"An expert!"

Worthy of someone in the tomb-raiding business.

Zhou Ze chuckled inwardly.

The way he lived his previous life, he had no money or leisure to play with antiques;

He recognized this bowl because Yingying's burial goods included a pair. When Zhou Ze pawned them, those two porcelain bowls were worth more than five hundred thousand.

"Is being a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner very lucrative?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

Eating with this kind of bowl, most people really couldn't afford it. It was like eating with five hundred thousand in your hands.

"It's okay, but traditional Chinese medicine has been overhyped. Many pyramid schemes like to use traditional Chinese medicine as a front;

Moreover, real traditional Chinese medicine requires time for quiet nurturing and accumulation. It's difficult to achieve quickly. So, among those practicing, there really aren't many with true skill."

Qu Mingming personally ladled a bowl for Zhou Ze, just broth, no vegetables, and no other random tonics inside. The soup was bright and clear, not greasy at all.

Zhou Ze had secretly drunk a little of the spider lily oral solution beforehand, so now he could naturally slowly lift the bowl and take a sip.

Delicious,

Very delicious,

And after drinking it,

It felt like a warm current instantly rushing into his stomach.

He drank a few more sips in succession,

Waited for a while,

And felt several small warm currents constantly flowing through his limbs, eventually all converging downwards,

Gathering towards the unspeakable place.

"Heh."

This effect,

Is really amazing,

Comparable to Vi...agra.

Qu Mingming ladled a second bowl for Zhou Ze and placed it in front of him, making a "please" gesture.

"A bit full."

Zhou Ze said as he picked up the bowl again,

Took a sip, and asked:

"Why aren't you drinking?"

Hearing this,

Qu Mingming smiled slightly,

A bit confidently,

Everything,

Left unsaid.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that the taste of the soup wasn't as delicious as before.

"Mr. Zhou frequently descends into tombs, so naturally, he has broad knowledge. But I'm curious about one thing. This area of Tong City shouldn't have many ancient tombs. Why did Mr. Zhou choose to settle in this place?"

"If you like to frequent brothels, do you have to buy a house across the street from one?"

Qu Mingming nodded, seemingly finding this sentence very reasonable.

"If Mr. Zhou has anything he needs to sell, you can bring it to me. As you can see, I personally enjoy collecting antiques."

"Heh heh."

Zhou Ze simply continued the misunderstanding, nodded, and said:

"Okay."

After finishing the soup, Zhou Ze got up to say goodbye. Qu Mingming escorted Zhou Ze to the entrance of the internet cafe.

Bai Yingying was still playing there. Zhou Ze saw that she was having a great time, so he didn't call her. Anyway, it wasn't far from home, just across the street. Zhou Ze returned to the bookstore first.

Just then,

The old Daoist had just finished sweeping the road, or rather, had made his contribution to creating a civilized city and was returning to work;

However, two young men in urban management uniforms were standing next to the old Daoist.

The old Daoist, sandwiched between the two, felt somewhat embarrassed, especially when he saw Zhou Ze also walking back. He was even more at a loss.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

Could it be that the old Daoist had gone AWOL and gone to comfort a fallen woman again?

But that didn't seem right, either.

He'd never seen urban management cracking down on prostitution.

"Is that him?" one of the young urban management officers asked, pointing at Zhou Ze.

"Um, hey, no, no..." The old Daoist began to explain, but didn't know how to explain it.

"Oh, so it's you."

One of the young urban management officers took a few steps forward, walked up to Zhou Ze, pointed at Zhou Ze's nose, and reprimanded:

"You're his son?"

"............" Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist was so frightened that he trembled, thinking he was done for.

"What kind of son are you!

Making an old man sweep the streets in the middle of summer. What if he gets heatstroke? Let me tell you, this is elder abuse!"

Zhou Ze licked his lips, not rushing to refute anything.

"We caught you this time. I'm not a policeman or a businessman, so I can't control you, but you need to understand a principle: people are watching.

No matter what your relationship with the old man was like in the past, you, as the son, need to have a sense of conscience and weigh your own heart!"

As he spoke,

The young urban management officer even reached out and patted Zhou Ze's chest,

"Remember that? I'll be back next time. If I find you abusing the old man again, making him sweep the streets under the hot sun, you're going to be in trouble.

I'm an urban management officer.

What kind of reputation do urban management officers have?

You know?"

The young urban management officer deliberately put on a fierce look as he said this, even slandering the reputation of the urban management in order to increase the deterrent effect.

"Heh heh."

Zhou Ze smiled and nodded, took out a cigarette, and offered it to the other.

"Don't try to get on my good side!"

The young urban management officer didn't accept it at all. "Be nice to the old man, understand?"

After saying that, he walked up to the old Daoist, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Old man, if your son is disrespectful to you again, tell us. You can go to the Urban Management Bureau to find us, and we'll uphold justice for you!"

The old Daoist's face was even more unsightly than crying. He looked at the young urban management officer in front of him with a tangled expression, and secretly glanced at the boss's reaction at the same time, and could only brace himself to thank the two kindhearted young urban management officers profusely and send them away.

The two urban management officers got into the official car next to them, and one of them was on the phone, so they weren't in a hurry to drive away.

The old Daoist walked to Zhou Ze tremblingly and explained cautiously:

"Boss, listen to my explanation. They were being nosy and took the initiative to ask me. I just wanted to find an excuse to get them to leave me alone. Who knew that I would casually mention that my son made me..."

"They took it seriously,

And insisted on following me back to find my son..."

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring,

Looked at the old Daoist,

And called out:

"Dad?"

"Aiyo, aiyo!!!!!!"

The old Daoist was so frightened that he directly knelt down to Zhou Ze. If it wasn't on the street, the old Daoist would have wanted to kowtow directly to Zhou Ze.

Gods,

Things were going to get ugly!

He was done for!

Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said: "Get up, they haven't left yet."

The old Daoist could only stand up again, but his face had turned green with fright.

"Do you still have talismans in your crotch?"

"No, no, the ancestral talismans are precious and rare. They were all used up last time, the last one was used last time."

Zhou Ze directly ignored the old Daoist's words,

Pointed to the urban management's official car over there and said:

"Go put a talisman on the back of their car."

After saying that,

Zhou Ze directly walked into the bookstore.

"Put a talisman on the back of the car?"

The old Daoist turned his head in confusion, not finding anything unusual,

But thinking that the boss wouldn't be playing him,

He immediately took out the ox tears from his pocket, wiped them on his eyes,

And the old Daoist was directly stunned,

Previously, the rear of the urban management's official car had been completely empty,

But now,

It was actually filled with pale white wreaths!