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Chapter 982

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    The bookstore's business has not been very good.

    With the advent of the electronic age, all media that use traditional paper as the carrier of communication seem to be gradually losing their vitality.

    When many people pass by this bookstore, they are often extremely curious that this bookstore, which only opens late at night, has not yet closed down.

    Fortunately, their curiosity is limited,

    after all,

    There are so many things worth exploring in this world than this one,

    For example, why does my own child look more and more like one of my own children as they grow older.

    If someone really seems to have nothing to do, but happens to be reciting words at that time, and their luck is very weak, they may have some special surprises when they come to the bookstore at night.

    Day after day, year a year passed.

    Generally speaking, this year has been uneventful.

    "Dinner is ready!"

    Wearing an apron, Yingying came out of the kitchen, holding a huge casserole in her hand.

    Yingying is very smart. No one can deny this. Over the past year, her culinary skills have improved rapidly. She and Xu Qinglang split two days, and she cooks on one day.

    on the table,

    A plate of cold cucumber, a plate of shredded pork with chives, a plate of Cangzhou iron lion head, a plate of fried yam with fungus, and a pot of stewed chicken with mushrooms in the middle.

    in addition,

    There is also a homemade dish of Yingying, the practice of lotus root cake, but with mint leaves in it, in summer, take a bite of this, it is crunchy, not only refreshing, but also relieves greasiness.

    "Huo, what a coincidence, I'm eating."

    Lao Zhang appeared at the door of the study at the most suitable time.

    In the beginning, when Yingying started to cook, Lao Zhang was "unlucky" for a long time, but afterward, after tasting Yingying's cooking skills, it has been "a coincidence".

    "Yeah, what a coincidence, I also put an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

    The old man glared at Lao Zhang angrily.

    Lao Zhang was not too polite, he sat down and ate directly.

    The world is in a hurry,

    When many people are busy commuting to and from get off work, eating may be just a casual meal for them.

    Take-out, fast food, all kinds of rich forms that appear, in the final analysis, it is to simplify and simplify the three meals a day.

    However, it is really hard to find the meals that really endow meals with a connotation of "life" and "enjoyment", but the bookstore has retained and inherited them.

    because,

    Everyone is free.

    A cook is a 200-year-old zombie with rich funeral goods,

    A cook is a demolition household with more than 20 houses closely connected with the National Games,

    food,

    In their hands,

    Only then can we truly be endowed with the soul of "life".

    The black girl brought a lot of melons and fruits, all of which were packed separately. Some of them were to be sent to Yueya and the others, and some were to be taken back to the police station by Lao Zhang.

    The fruit produced by the bookstore is completely green, and it is definitely much more delicious than those sold outside, and it is also very face-saving to take it out as a gift.

    A meal is enjoyable.

    Only occasionally when someone serves rice or drinks soup,

    The eyes will glance at the sofa by the window,

    However, on the sofa,

    Without that familiar figure,

    The days are too light,

    Days that are too dull will always make people a little uncomfortable,

    It's better to be salty,

    pity,

    Salt deficiency.

    Lawyer An hiccupped,

    Put down the chopsticks,

    Leaving the dining table, walked to the bar, picked up the Super Cup of coffee that Yingying had made for him before the meal, and drank it with a "gulp".

    In the mobile phone,

    There is still an unread text message,

    His kidney stone surgery appointment will be performed next Wednesday.

    Lawyer An has always been very satisfied with this body. It needs to have good looks and temperament, but it is easy to develop stones.

    Lao Dao's health is good, cancer is terrifying, especially for terminal cancer patients, it seems to have been sentenced to death in advance.

    But some people have a good attitude, and such people are often prone to create some miracles.

    For example, the old Taoist who was judged by the doctor to have only three months left, this year, except for going to the hospital for an examination or chemotherapy every once in a while, the rest of the time? come.

    In terms of expression,

    No joy, no sorrow.

    She doesn't run away,

    ?Since the old man said that time was running out in the ward that day,

    In a short period of time hell is raging,

    Major events happened one after another,

    Not long afterward,

    The passage between hell and the world was completely blocked,

    Even if Qing wanted to sense the breath of hell, he couldn't do it.

    She was shocked,

    The majesty of the government,

    So scary!

    so,

    When the old man pushed open the door of the ward,

    asked:

    "Hey, little girl, have you eaten yet?"

    Qing smiled all over his face, his eyes bent into lovely crescents, and responded enthusiastically:

    "Eat it, grandpa."

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    A cup of cat poop coffee,

    A neatly ironed newspaper,

    It will be regularly placed on Zhou Ze's bedside table every day.

    Yingying is afraid that one day when the boss wakes up, she will find that there is no coffee to drink, and there is no book to read.

    Over the past year,

    every afternoon,

    Yingying will hold "Maid's Self-cultivation v",

    Leaning on the bed,

    Read a book for a while,

    I'm watching the boss for a while.

    The boss likes to be clean,

    Every morning and evening, Yingying would bathe her boss.

    ? Massage twice a day,

    From time to time, I push the wheelchair and take the boss to bask in the sun.

    sometimes,

    Whether the nurse is diligent or not,

    Just go and see if there are bedsores on the patients she takes care of.

    The wind in the afternoon is a bit warm and warm.

    The wind blows in through the window,

    Blowing Zhou Ze's hair on his forehead.

    Without any warning,

    Boss Zhou slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

    Yingying seems to have sensed something,

    Turned his head to look at his boss.

    no surprises,

    no cheers,

    some,

    Just as gentle as water in everyday life,

    As if the past is not a year,

    just yesterday;

    "Boss, are you awake?"

    Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, as if it was difficult to adapt to the light at this time, and his mind was still a little muddled.

    but,

    He saw clearly the girl sitting next to him,

    the corner of the mouth,

    Subconsciously smiled.

    "I woke up?"

    "Yes, boss, do you want to take a shower?"

    Yingying clearly remembered any habits of her boss.

    "Am I dreaming?"

    After jumping down the wellhead,

    Boss Zhou has had a dream for a year, a lot of dreams.

    "No, boss, you woke up."

    Zhou Ze raised his hand with difficulty,

    Yingying took the initiative to snuggle herself into Zhou Ze's arms,

    Holding the girl in his arms, the familiar coolness came over. Although it was not as cold as before, it still made Zhou Ze feel very comfortable.

    Zhou Ze was a little worried and said:

    "Yingying?"

    "Well, I'm here, boss."

    "Call one."

    "Hmm"

    "Well, it's not a dream." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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