Chapter 278 The Fruit

The next morning, after Zhou Ze woke up and indicated that he didn’t need to sleep anymore, Yingying went downstairs to wash the bedsheets.

The Boss was a clean person, so he naturally pursued cleanliness even more when it came to bedding, especially now that he was paralyzed in bed, so he naturally had to pay more attention to it.

Yingying never found these things troublesome; she even felt that the Boss's cleanliness was not a burden, but an enjoyment for her.

The Boss said that he wouldn’t feel comfortable letting others handle his personal clothing and the cleaning of his bedroom, including things like newspapers and coffee, and that he would only feel clean if she did it herself.

Yingying liked these words very much, as they made her feel that she was unique in the bookstore, in the Boss's eyes.

Well,

What Yingying didn't know was that,

In fact, most lazy married men would use this to trick their wives into doing housework.

Just as she put the bedsheets into the washing machine, the bathroom door was knocked on.

Yingying opened the door and saw the Deadpool standing at the door, holding a basket filled with some fruit that looked like it had just been picked, still with dew on it.

He pointed at himself, then at the fruit in the basket, and made a "eat" gesture.

Yingying took the fruit basket and asked curiously:

"Did you grow all of these fruits?"

The Deadpool nodded with a smile.

In fact, the Deadpool could speak, because when Lawyer An used to make him watch Japanese anime, he could occasionally blurt out a few Japanese sentences, but he didn't seem to like talking usually, especially after being planted by Hei Xiaoniu (Black Little Niu), he became even more taciturn.

Yingying looked at the fruit and thought to herself that if the bookstore really couldn't continue, they could just turn it into a fruit stand. These were all off-season fruits, and she hadn't seen Hei Xiaoniu and the Deadpool build any greenhouses in the vegetable garden next door.

But,

She guessed that her boss wouldn't agree,

If everyone was selling fruit together, the Boss wouldn't be able to lie there quietly, basking in the sun and reading the newspaper.

To use the Boss's way of thinking,

Although the bookstore was losing money,

It had high prestige!

"Well, thank you."

Yingying said.

The Deadpool nodded, smiling foolishly, and then pointed to his arm. His arm hadn't grown back yet, but it had already grown a little bit of a prototype.

His body's recovery ability was amazing, and this had been his characteristic for a long time.

"Do you mean that after the Boss recovers, you'll give your arm to the Boss?"

The Deadpool nodded and patted his chest.

So sensible?

So well-behaved?

Yingying still remembered the first time the Deadpool restored Zhou Ze, she stood by and watched vigilantly, worried that the Deadpool would suddenly turn against the Boss.

The Deadpool didn't seem to see the doubt in Yingying's eyes,

He pointed to the direction of the vegetable garden next door, made a sleeping gesture, and turned to leave.

In fact, Zhou Ze wasn't 100% sure that the other party wouldn't betray him. Of course, Zhou Ze wouldn't naively think that the so-called "father-son relationship" was really permanently reliable.

So last time, he gave the Deadpool a little rune inheritance to help him evolve. Other relationships would deteriorate, only the lure of interests could last.

Yingying carried the fruit basket and didn't go upstairs, but went to the pharmacy next door. The Boss couldn't even eat, let alone eat fruit.

Yingying distributed the fruit to the doctors and nurses in the pharmacy. Fangfang didn't stand on ceremony, she directly took two apples, washed them and bit into them, praising the apples for being refreshing and sweet, and asked Yingying where she bought them.

That wasn't an easy question to answer.

Yingying went to check on the situation of Yueya and the other two. Their physical signs had basically recovered. All three of them had woken up once, but they quickly fell back into a coma.

She guessed they still needed some time to slowly adapt.

After all, in the space that the old man sent them to, the mental damage everyone suffered was probably more serious than the physical damage, but they were all ghost messengers, so their psychology couldn't be that fragile, they just needed a day or two to recover.

What made Yingying even more curious was Gou Xin and the other three. These three were in a ward, and their charred skin was slowly falling off, and new, tender skin was growing out.

These three were really lucky.

However, ordinary people probably wouldn't want to endure this kind of luck,

First being beaten into cripples,

Then being blown away,

And then finally licking their wounds and preparing to leave, but they were almost burned to ashes,

If it were someone else, they might have collapsed and committed suicide.

They came full of vigor,

Calling themselves children of destiny,

And then as soon as they finished showing off,

They had been lying here for a month or two.

When they woke up, they would have to pay a terrifyingly long list of medical expenses.

The pharmacy had been open for so long, and they were the biggest deal. Whether the pharmacy could turn a profit this year, the hope was really pinned on these three.

"If any of the three of them show signs of waking up, report it quickly, don't delay."

Yingying reminded Fangfang.

"Okay, Boss Lady."

Fangfang replied directly.

Yingying's eyes lit up,

She continued:

"Everyone has been working hard recently, the year-end bonus will be doubled!"

"Thank you, Boss Lady!"

"Boss Lady is so good!"

The doctors and nurses in the pharmacy shouted together.

Ying!!!!!!!!!

"In addition to the bonus, there will also be New Year gifts, don't worry, it will definitely be a surprise!"

"Wow, Boss Lady is mighty!"

"Boss Lady is generous!"

"Boss Lady has face!"

………………

"So happy, what's the happy event?"

The Old Daoist came down to get a glass of water and happened to see Yingying, who had just returned from the pharmacy next door.

"It's nothing."

"Hehe, no, there must be something." The Old Daoist pointed to Yingying's face, "Your face is almost blooming with flowers."

"How's the monkey doing over there? How is he?" Yingying asked.

"The fever seems to be slowly going down, finally a relief."

The Old Daoist looked relieved.

He had helped many people in his life, but to be honest, the only one he could truly open his heart to and treat as family was this little monkey.

He treated it as his own grandson,

And the monkey was also promising and knew how to be filial.

So ah,

Sometimes,

People really can't even compare to a beast.

Yingying walked to the bookshelf and started looking for books.

"What are you looking for?" The Old Daoist asked.

"Cookbooks."

"Pfft!"

The Old Daoist spat out a mouthful of water.

"What's wrong?"

Yingying turned to look at the Old Daoist,

Her gaze slightly cold.

What he could do, couldn't she do?

"The cookbooks are on the bottom of the shelf in the back." The Old Daoist reminded.

"Oh, thank you."

Yingying picked up the cookbook and prepared to go directly into the kitchen.

"This, I'm saying, are you really going to cook?"

The Old Daoist didn't dare to ask this, but for the sake of his food safety.

You know,

Zombies don't eat, and they aren't afraid of poisoning or anything, so a zombie who has never cooked before is going to make lunch for him...

The Old Daoist was really panicking.

"I'll order takeout, I'll practice first."

"Whew..."

The Old Daoist breathed a sigh of relief.

"After I make it, you can help me taste it and give me some advice."

"…………" The Old Daoist.

Yingying entered the kitchen and found that it lacked fresh ingredients.

After all, everyone had been ordering takeout these days, and Old Xu was injured, so he naturally wouldn't go to the kitchen, and no one went shopping.

But Yingying thought about it,

The Old Daoist's body had always been very strong, so he shouldn't have any problems eating it;

Yeah, that's it!

Yingying picked up the spatula,

Looked at the pots and pans in front of her,

She didn't seem to be scalded,

So did she still need to use a spatula?

How do you stir-fry with your hands?

The cookbook said to use high heat,

How high is high heat?

Yingying turned on the gas stove,

And then put her hand on the flame to feel the temperature,

Was this considered high heat?

It didn't seem that hot.

"Ah-choo!"

The Old Daoist sneezed,

Took out wolfberries, put some in his thermos, and added boiling water.

He shook the cup, the Old Daoist stretched, he just came down to refill his water, he still had to go upstairs to take care of the little monkey later.

The Old Daoist's live broadcast hadn't been on for a while, but he had moved his position to short videos, where he had gained countless fans.

After his popularity increased, he also received several advertisements. These days, having traffic means having money, traffic is priceless.

So, even if you don't have traffic, you have to create the appearance of having traffic. Anyway, the Old Daoist felt that many of the young idols he saw these days looked very unfamiliar, he didn't know who they were, but their popularity on Weibo seemed to be outrageously high.

Tsk tsk,

No comment, no comment.

Anyway, the path they took was different from his, so everyone eats their own rice.

The Old Daoist took out his phone and swiped it. There were many messages in the background from viewers urging him to update.

But with the monkey like this, how could he film a video?

Filming the monkey sick and lying there, these fans would probably explode!

No,

It seemed there was potential here,

He could say that the monkey had a serious monkey disease and needed to raise money for surgery, and ask everyone to donate?

At this thought, the Old Daoist immediately shook his head vigorously,

He couldn't do this kind of shameless thing.

After thinking about it, the Old Daoist still posted an announcement, saying that he had recently taken the monkey to the mountains to find nature and couldn't update the video for the time being.

If everyone really wanted to see the monkey, they could follow the co-produced movie in the second half of the year to relieve their cravings first.

After posting the message,

The Old Daoist picked up the thermos and prepared to go upstairs.

The LCD TV hanging above the bar was playing TCtv news,

"According to reports, late last night, a student suicide incident occurred at Tongcheng Medical University. The student who jumped off the building came to the rooftop of the teaching building late at night. He was a male, 20 years old, a sophomore, and came from an ordinary family in the xx mountains.

Currently,

The cause of the suicide is still under investigation, and our reporter will be tracking the report for you.

In recent years, campus suicide cases have occurred from time to time, and the psychological construction of students has been continuously valued by society..."

"Clang!"

The Old Daoist's thermos slipped from his hand,

Smashed on the ground,

Spilling wolfberries all over the place...