Chapter 11 Painted Skin

　　Next door to the bookstore, there is a noodle shop, the business is actually just average, almost the same as Zhou Ze's bookstore, the door is crowded. 　　Because this pedestrian street was originally built on the periphery of a plaza center, but this plaza center has been "wasted", in addition to a movie city other merchants have been moved away and closed, and therefore, the entire plaza has almost become a "rarely seen As a result, the entire square has become a "deserted" area. 　　At least here in Tongcheng, the symptoms of urban construction overload has been reflected, some years ago, the establishment of a large number of planned commercial centers, but Tongcheng is not Shanghai, to provide so much popularity. 　　But the good thing is, this noodle shop can also do takeaway business, and business looks good, but obviously, no one will suddenly feel the spirit of "hungry" and then use takeaway order a few books to go back to nibble. 　　Zhou Ze leaned back in his chair, still a little dizzy, Dr. Lin sat across from Zhou Ze, and helped Zhou Ze wipe his chopsticks with his own paper towel before placing them in front of Zhou Ze. 　　She was very attentive and considerate, just as she let Xu Le sleep in the bed and she slept on the floor, but she was icy at the same time. 　　Zhou Ze also did not bother to ask her if she was really against feudal arranged marriages or if she was a lesbian herself, because it was not interesting to ask this question, and that inexplicable network of people's relationships left behind by Xu Le Zhou Ze himself was not interested, and there was nothing to stay. 　　"Your body, really no problem?" Dr. Lin asked again. 　　"Small problem, small problem." Zhou Ze himself was a doctor, he was clear that this eating and sleeping problem of his was difficult to explain with the theories of modern medicine, let alone to treat. 　　Good thing, now that sleeping is already in place, it is this eating ...... headache ah. 　　Not eating, one has just fainted, but eating ...... this thought started to flood with nausea as soon as he thought about it. 　　"Bad appetite, drink a bowl of sour plum juice first." The owner of the noodle shop is around thirty years old, but his face already has some wrinkles, the burden of life seems really not light. 　　"Sour plum juice, does it work?" Zhou Ze asked somewhat helplessly. 　　"Appetizing." The noodle shop owner smiled, then shouted over to the back room, "Daughter-in-law, are the snow vegetable noodles ready?" 　　The boss walked into the back room, and the sound of the couple talking came from over there as well. 　　Zhou Ze looked at the sour plum juice in front of him, took a spoon, scooped a mouthful and sent it into his mouth, just as he swallowed it, Zhou Ze's face changed. 　　"What's wrong?" Dr. Lin pulled out a Kleenex and brought it to Zhou Ze's chin. 　　Zhou Ze twisted his face and covered his stomach. 　　Then taking a deep breath, he said: 　　"It's so sour." 　　Yes, so sour that the whole person was going into spasms, even covering the feeling of nausea. 　　"Here, the noodles are here." The boss's wife walked over with the noodles and set them down in front of Zhou Ze while saying, "My family's sour plum juice can't be drunk so violently." 　　Dr. Lin looked at the noodles and frowned slightly, "These noodles, they're also cooked too badly." 　　It meant that it had been cooked for too long, and the noodles had lost their tendons, which affected the taste. 　　"This ...... my family's noodles are like this." The boss's wife said with a shameful face. 　　"It's fine it's fine." 　　Zhou Ze waved his hand, rotten or not, sinewy or not, for him at the moment, there is no meaning, he can eat it, he needs energy, if he can not eat again, Zhou Ze can only choose to go to the hospital to inject glucose. 　　Very solemnly raised his head, Zhou Ze felt like a dead soldier as solemn, and then violently lowered his head again, pouring the bowl of unimaginably sour sour plum juice into his mouth in one gulp. 　　Hiss ...... 　　That sourness. 　　It was like pouring sulfuric acid into one's intestines. 　　But next, Zhou Ze directly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and sent them to his mouth, to swallow as much as he wanted, under five or six mouths, a bowl of noodles was sent into his belly, followed by picking up the bowl and pouring all the noodle soup into it. 　　Whew ...... 　　"Pah!" 　　Zhou Ze put the empty noodle bowl down and 　　took a long breath and ate it! 　　The next moment, Zhou Ze reached out and covered his chest, nausea struck again after being suppressed by the sour plum soup, but the stuff had already been sent into his abdomen, Zhou Ze almost pinched his neck with both hands before he didn't spit it out again. 　　Not spitting it out was a success, the 　　The stuff. 　　It was finally eaten. 　　The beads of sweat on Zhou Ze's forehead had already soaked out, and he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly. 　　And at this time. 　　Dr. Lin and this boss's wife were both a bit dazed, it was really Zhou Ze's eating just now that was too shocking. 　　"Hehe, it seems that you are really hungry, do you want another bowl?" The boss's wife asked. 　　"No need no need." Zhou Ze refused. 　　"Alright." The boss's wife cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks in front of Zhou Ze, and shouted to the back room, "His father, live the noodles to be used in the afternoon, there should be a takeaway order coming in a while." 　　The boss's wife walked in, her back can not be talked about shapely, can only be regarded as an ordinary posture, but wonderful in the heavy breasts as well as the high and straight lower body, but added a special flavor, exceptionally attractive. 　　"Do you like ...... this kind?" Dr. Lin opened his mouth and asked. 　　This was because Zhou Ze had been eying the boss's wife into the inner room. 　　"No." Zhou Ze shook his head, I would like your kind, but you won't let me sleep. 　　Zhou Ze was slightly shocked in his heart, the thought of "not letting him sleep" had been in his heart for a long time, and had almost become an obsession of his, he had to admit that Dr. Lin was indeed very pretty, and she was still young. 　　Even if she was Xu Le's wife. 　　Even if Zhou Ze wasn't married in his last life. 　　He still wanted to sleep with her. 　　He still wants to sleep with her. 　　Precisely because he couldn't sleep with her, that's why he was torn, and that's why he would miss her from time to time. 　　"Not going home?" Dr. Lin asked again. 　　"Not going back." Zhou Ze confirmed. 　　"Then I'm leaving." Dr. Lin stood up, "If something happens, you call me." 　　After all, he was his husband in name, even if he was not married. 　　"Good." Zhou Ze nodded his head, had I known that you were so good at talking and so considerate, I really should have borrowed a little from you when I didn't have any money before. 　　Dr. Lin left, driving away in her Porsche Cayenne. 　　Zhou Ze, however, is still sitting inside the noodle shop, his bookstore is right next door, even if the noodles are finished, but sitting and chatting here is also possible, after all, they are all neighbors. 　　The owner came out from the inner room and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette. 　　"How much?" Zhou Ze asked. 　　"You're welcome, a bowl of noodles brother can still afford you." The boss waved his hand atmospherically, they are all neighbors, in the future they will not see each other's heads, there is no need to get angry over a bowl of noodles. 　　"Sister-in-law won't scold, right?" Zhou Ze asked. 　　"Won't, womanizer, what do you know, where is she talking." The noodle shop owner's chauvinistic air came out. 　　A man, no matter what his status is at home, at least outside, always have to pretend, no one wants to admit that he is afraid of his wife outside, just like no one wants to admit that he can't do it down there. 　　"Oh, sister-in-law is quite beautiful." Zhou Ze said. 　　Taking someone's daughter-in-law and flirting with her was a taboo, if it was two men facing outwards, flirting with a certain ladyboy who was walking past on the road, then it was a topic of amorous conversation between men. 　　The boss froze for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled, the boss had a good temper, usually people doing small business always know how to make peace. 　　"The figure is very good, it's big on top, and it's also big on the bottom." Zhou Ze continued, "Porcelain, flavorful enough, like the noodles I just ate, there must be a lot of soup." 　　The boss took a heavy drag on his cigarette. 　　"How's the bed?" Zhou Ze asked again, this time, being even more aggressive. 　　The boss clenched his fists slightly, but quickly spilled, "Those legs of hers, ah, they can pinch a person to death, strong!" 　　Zhou Ze laughed. 　　The boss also laughed. 　　"Can it hold up?" Zhou Ze asked again, "Just the right age to want it." 　　The boss whacked his waist, "Can't hold out, not a youngster." 　　"Then, change me to try?" Zhou Ze asked again. 　　The boss's face completely darkened. 　　His knuckles were clenched to the point of squeaking. 　　"If you can't, I can come, I'm still young." Zhou Ze muttered to himself, although, this was somewhat against his will, Xu Le's body plate, any younger is just like a silver spear, not as good as Zhou Ze's own body maintenance in his last life. 　　"This joke, it's too much, right?" The boss was still holding down his fire. 　　"What if sister-in-law agrees?" Zhou Ze continued again. 　　"Was that your daughter-in-law just now?" The boss digressed. 　　"Uh-huh." Zhou Ze nodded. 　　"Are you willing to let it out?" The boss asked again. 　　Zhou Ze hesitated and shook his head, although she was Xu Le's daughter-in-law, she was now nominally his own. 　　"Then what makes you think I'm willing?" The boss asked back. 　　"Maybe you have some special preferences and unusual circumstances? Nowadays, there are quite a few of these things, aren't there?" 　　"Brother, it's been a long time since I've hit someone with my hands, old man." The boss stood up. 　　"Tell your wife to come out and ask, I want to hear her say if she's willing or not." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and smiled. 　　"Huh." The boss took a few steps closer to Zhou Ze. 　　"You stand here and shout for her to come out." Zhou Ze was still insisting. 　　"You are looking for death!" The boss pounced. 　　"Can she come out?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked. 　　The boss froze and 　　Then a look of horror appeared on his face, and he took several consecutive steps back in fear. 　　Zhou Ze stood up and took the initiative to walk towards the inner room, lifting the curtain, which was empty. 　　The only thing that was there was a human skin belonging to a woman that 　　hanging on a hanger. 　　Because of the wind coming in from lifting the curtain, it was 　　It was gently fluttering. 　　Slowly fluttering. 　　"You are ...... how to see it?" The boss walked slowly, from his voice, can not hear the joy and anger. 　　"There is a saying that ...... you fool the ghost?" Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the boss, "This layer of skin on your body, it should also be torn off. 　　I'm curious. 　　How bored are you that 　　here. 　　Playing this kind of double act."