Chapter 105 Really Fragrant

The car stopped.

Zhou Ze looked at the car door, feeling a little sorry, but then he remembered that it was Old Zhang's car, and he felt relieved.

Anyway, it was only right that Old Zhang's car was damaged by Old Zhang's great-grandfather. In the end, it was all in the family.

Old Zhang got out of the car to help his ancestor who had rolled down.

Zhou Ze looked at Old Zhang's back and thought that after returning tonight, Old Zhang could write a post on Zhihu:

"What does it feel like to suddenly have a great-grandfather in your life?"

"Heh."

Zhou Ze smiled, and then said in his heart:

"Don't say it, it's really convenient. Your old face is really easy to use."

With a display of kingly aura, most of the problems were solved. Looking at the old man's frightened look, this last quiver was considered a satisfactory shot.

"Go... to... find... Yan... Wang... and use it..."

"Look, you're being naughty again."

Zhou Ze stretched, picked up a bottle of water next to him, and took a sip.

"By the way, there's something I haven't had time to ask you. Do you remember when we were in hell, how were you so sure that someone could clear the way for us? Were you so sure that I could walk out of the Naihe Bridge?"

"Not... sure..."

"You're lying. You didn't touch that batch of Jiuli soldiers. I guess there are still a lot of things you haven't touched. You're saving them up because you want to use them together when you can come back legitimately in the future, right?"

"Heh... heh..."

"What are you laughing at? Are you feeling guilty because I saw through you?"

"Dog... just... good... at... guarding... the door..."

"Tsk tsk, alright, alright, I won't ask anymore. I'm too lazy to go to hell with you. This life is pretty good now, and I cherish it."

Old Zhang helped the red-nosed old man back.

This time, the red-nosed old man simply didn't sit in the passenger seat.

He sat in the back with his great-great-grandson.

"Don't be afraid. Actually, our store's corporate culture is very easy-going," Zhou Ze said to comfort him.

Old Zhang really wanted to ask what the corporate culture of their store was.

"When we get to the store, I'll have the old Taoist in our store chat with you, or take you around Tongcheng. You can see the local customs of our Tongcheng. Oh, by the way, the old Taoist is at least about the same age as you, so you should have something in common to talk about."

Hearing this, Old Zhang suddenly tightened his grip on his great-grandfather's hand.

"Hiss... why are you pinching me? You little brat, don't you know how strong you are now?"

Old Zhang smiled wryly and shook his head.

Zhou Ze restarted the car. The last step was completed, but the specific handover and the next arrangements would have to wait for Attorney An to come back and talk to this old man.

First, Zhou Ze didn't have the time and was afraid of trouble. Second, always doing everything himself would make people look down on him.

A quarter of an hour later, the car arrived at the bookstore.

Zhou Ze got out of the car, pushed open the door, and smelled a strong smell of chicken soup.

On the dining table, there was a large casserole, with several side dishes next to it. Yingying was walking out with a plate of tomato salad in her hand.

At this time, she was wearing a pink apron, looking as cute as she could be.

"Boss, you're back."

"Yeah."

Zhou Ze sat down at the dining table.

Yingying put the cold dish on the table and said secretly:

"Boss, I ordered takeout for you. It's in the room upstairs. Go upstairs and eat."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze frowned slightly, but seeing Yingying's sincere expression, he nodded and agreed.

His Yingying was really considerate, even skipping the bitter part where the man had to force himself to swallow and keep giving a thumbs up while saying "delicious."

In this world, I don't know how many men have failed to skip this hurdle. Of course, this can't be skipped, isn't it to avoid discouraging your wife's enthusiasm for cooking so that she can continue to cook in the future?

Of course, Zhou Ze could even skip the part where his skin would be damaged by the smoke and fire.

So, having a zombie maid was really convenient.

Outside, the red-nosed old man, who had also gotten out of the car, didn't rush into the bookstore with Attorney An's support. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the pharmacy next door on the left side of the bookstore, and then at the sealed vegetable garden next door on the right side.

"The layout, the aura, not bad."

"Yeah," Old Zhang responded beside him.

"A double dragon replenishing qi formation. It was originally a trapped dragon formation, but it was forcibly corrected and became a dragon devouring a tiger. The key point is still the left side and the right side, tsk tsk, ruthless enough. One steals luck, and the other seizes vitality, seamlessly connected, amazing, amazing. Who decorated this bookstore?"

"In terms of formations, it should be Xu Qinglang. His cooking skills are very good."

The old man nodded and walked into the bookstore.

"Oh, my, this place is nicely decorated."

Old Zhang helped his great-grandfather in.

Yingying's eyes lit up and she immediately said:

"Officer Zhang, you've come at the right time. Let's eat!"

"Uh... okay."

Old Zhang helped the red-nosed old man sit down.

The red-nosed old man had really twisted his waist. It wasn't the kind of change that happened during battle. At least he had some idea of what was happening at that time. This time, he was directly shocked and fell down by the sudden appearance of Ying Gou's aura, which was a problem.

In addition, this body was not the original one.

"You guys eat and get to know each other. I'll go upstairs first."

Zhou Ze stood up, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said, "Don't be polite, eat more."

Putting on a noble posture as if he didn't want to disturb their grandfather and grandson catching up, Zhou Ze then walked up the stairs.

Yingying untied her apron, brought a basin of water, and went upstairs with a towel to prepare to wash the boss's hands and face.

The red-nosed old man picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of a dish, and didn't rush to put it in his mouth. Instead, he seriously looked at his great-great-grandson twice and said:

"What are your plans for the future? Tell me, tell me properly."

The old man finally understood why someone like Attorney An was willing to call someone boss willingly and stay in this place.

This place really held crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

Perhaps, when the situation changed, this bookstore would be the ancient dynasty's hidden residence, and the people here would become ministers who followed the dragon.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't tempted. Although he valued principles and rules, he wasn't a rigid person. He used to have no worries, but now, he had to think about the future for his descendants.

This tradition of being urged by God and fate to be glorious generation after generation really made the old man's teeth ache.

"Just continue to be my police officer and help the bookstore do things. I think that's pretty good too," Old Zhang replied.

"Heh, look at your ambition."

The old man glared at his great-great-grandson unhappily, put the dish in his chopsticks into his mouth, and his eyes immediately froze!

"Pfft!"

He spat out everything in his mouth directly.

"Oh, my negligence, my negligence. You have to drink this oral liquid. You have to drink this before you can eat. The food here is very delicious. I often come to freeload, hehe."

Old Zhang smiled embarrassedly, then took out two bottles of River Lethe oral liquid, put one in front of the old man, and opened the other for himself.

The red-nosed old man looked at Old Zhang in disbelief.

Was this about the oral liquid?

This dish, this dish was simply!

And, my great-great-grandson, are you really an idiot?

You still come to freeload every day at a specific time?

Are you sick!

Old Zhang drank the River Lethe oral liquid, then smiled and picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

"Pfft!"

Old Zhang spat it out.

The red-nosed old man was relieved. It seemed that he wasn't terminally ill yet.

"Is this dish made by dead people? It's so unpalatable," the old man muttered, not knowing that he had guessed right.

Forget it, I won't eat it.

The old man personally went to the counter, found a bottle of Wuliangye, which the old Taoist had hidden. He didn't hold back and took it over, pouring some for himself and Old Zhang.

He picked up his glass, took a sip, and said:

"Grandson, actually, I could have avoided this mess, but I'm doing it all for you..."

"Then don't get involved. Go down early and do whatever you need to do."

"..." The old man.

Old Zhang wanted his suddenly appeared ancestor to go down early, otherwise, when everyone from the bookstore came back tomorrow, everyone would be calling him "Little Zhang".

The old man was suffocated by this unfilial descendant!

Would it kill you to give me a way out!

"I still have to help. To be honest, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The Netherworld is watching the sunset, but it's still very easy to strangle you. I'll sacrifice my old bones and help you a little. Alas, children are debt collectors. It's so true."

The red-nosed old man took another sip of wine and sighed to himself.

Old Zhang also sighed. He was a man of principles, but he wasn't a fool. Didn't he know what this old man was thinking?

Since that was the case, Old Zhang didn't hide anything and said directly:

"Actually, it would be good to have fewer thoughts. No one will suffer. Our boss's personality, how should I put it, is salty...

He's afraid of trouble, and his temper isn't very good. He likes to be direct."

He was implying to his great-grandfather that he should quickly kneel down and show his loyalty.

His grandfather and grandson wouldn't laugh at him, would they?

"Heh, do you think I'm putting on airs as an inspector?"

Old Zhang didn't answer, but his eyes indicated: Do you think you're not putting on airs?

"You little brat!"

The old man slapped Old Zhang on the head, immediately lowered his head, and whispered:

"My identity as an inspector isn't as valuable as you think, at least, not in the eyes of your boss and Attorney An. If it weren't for your relationship, they would have treated me as a plague pig and disposed of me long ago."

"Then what's valuable?"

"Bang!"

The red-nosed old man gave him another flick on the forehead, lowered his voice again, and scolded:

"Are you really stupid? Without our Old Zhang family's four generations of valor, do you think he could have been living a leisurely life in this place all this time?"