Ghost husband and domineering: waiting for you to be reincarnated

Chapter 395 Old Zhou's Cloth Pocket
Lili's craftsmanship really surprised me a bit.Looking at the table full of dishes, I couldn't help but start to re-evaluate this dead girl.

She is really good at cooking, even if I just stand by the table, I can still smell the fragrance of the dishes on the table.I have always thought that cooking by myself is delicious, but compared to her, I can only be regarded as able to cook.

Also, the portion size of the dishes was quite beyond my expectation.

After a rough estimate, there are no less than fifteen dishes in this meal, but there are only four of us, which is a bit too much no matter how you look at it.

"This...isn't it too rich?" I sighed.

It really is the life of the rich.Eat so well!

After hearing this, Mr. Yin smiled strangely, but said nothing. He opened the chairs and greeted everyone to sit down.

Old man Zhou also sat down. What was more gratifying was that I saw him wash his face and hands before eating.Otherwise, I really don't want to eat at the same table with him, God knows if the dirty things on his hands will fall into the dishes?

After washing it, you can see that although his hair is already gray, but like Mr. Yin, there are not many traces of time on his face, and he looks like a middle-aged man at most.

Even, he looks younger than Mr. Yin, and there is no wrinkle on his face.

To some extent, this made me more convinced that he should indeed have some abilities.Otherwise, is it possible that he is a sloppy old man who can persist in taking hyaluronic acid for a long time?

Mr. Yin is the host, but he didn't say hello to him. In short, everyone just did what they wanted.

Immediately... I deeply realized what old master Yin meant when he said that he could eat up the house.

Don't look at the old man Zhou who looks thin, but when it comes to eating, he is simply not comparable to ordinary people.It's called a raging cloud, like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, all the vegetables placed in front of him can be wiped out within a few rounds.What's more, I found that Lili would walk into the kitchen from time to time and bring out a few new dishes.

You know, there are only four of us, and there were more than ten dishes on the table, but there wasn't enough to eat?
This is not a foodie anchor. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that someone would have such a large amount of food when they eat normally... It's really unbelievable.

Probably because I was too shocked, I patronized to watch old man Zhou eat, but I didn't eat much.I just ate this meal hastily, and the time passed, and it gradually arrived in the evening.

Old Man Yin didn't say much, and went back to the study directly after dinner, but Old Man Zhou clamored to take a bath after dinner.

And the way of shouting is very unique...

"Lili, go and put some bath water for your grandpa Zhou~" The low swishing tone can make people think wrong every minute, but what's more, he added later with a wink, "You know What should I do?"

I... felt a chill in my heart.It's not that I'm biased, but that as a cultivator, old man Zhou can't see the strangeness in Lili.Moreover, he yelled why Lili is not dead yet, and persuaded Mr. Yin to say that you should follow the fate, and the meaning of those words can be guessed by anyone.

In the end, he turned his head and could still play tricks on others with such a playful smile on his face. This is simply not something normal people can do!

However, Lili's mind seemed to be so calm, she didn't even have a single extra word, she turned around and left.

And the old man Zhou didn't care at all that people ignored his business at all, and he didn't seem to worry that Lili would not help him prepare bath water, but went to find a pocket with a smile - this pocket was brought by himself. Throw it in the living room before entering the study.

It was an equally tattered cloth bag, and if there was anything special about it, it was huge.How big is this thing?Anyway, it is bigger than any big bag I have ever seen carried by a migrant worker in a city.

The things inside are messy, but most of them are notebooks.

You know, although the notebook is just some paper, once there are more, it will be very heavy.The notebooks in old man Zhou's cloth pocket probably weighed hundreds of catties, and it is not known where he carried them.This alone, many people just can't do it.

I'm also a little curious, no matter how you look at the image of old man Zhou, he doesn't look like an intellectual. He is still carrying so many notebooks. What is he doing?

It was agreed that the one who introduced me was a master who learned Taoism. If this pocket is full of magic weapons like Mr. Yin, I will recognize it. What is going on with a sack of books on the back.

Rao didn't have a good impression of old man Zhou, so I couldn't help leaning over, curious.

"What is this?" I asked, stretching my neck.

Of course, I couldn't see the contents of the book. I stretched my neck like this, but I really wanted to see if my pocket was really full of books.

Old man Zhou was pouting his ass and flipping through the notebook in his pocket. After listening to my question, he answered without hesitation, "This is what I have seen and heard over the years. It's all written down in the notebook."

As soon as I heard it, I almost fainted immediately.

Love is a diary?

I gave old man Zhou a weird look. With his wretched posture, I almost doubted that all these notebooks were written about his pursuit of a certain girl...

Thinking of this possibility, I couldn't help shaking my head violently.

"What are you shaking your head for?" Old man Zhou was fiddling with his notebook very proudly, and when he turned around, he happened to see my movements with a bewildered expression on his face.

How could I really tell him, I could only chuckle and ask, "You write so many notebooks, why don't you record them on the computer?"

Even Yin Wushuang, oh no, even Mr. Yin, they are all very up-to-date. They are all thieves who play with mobile phones and computers. Why is the old man not enlightened this week and even wrote a diary by hand.

You know, although there are not a few things that can be recorded in his big sack notebook, it can definitely be stored in a slightly larger USB flash drive.

Even if you are afraid that the U disk will be damaged, you can back up a few more.

As for making it so motivating, and carrying it everywhere, I really don't understand.

But old man Zhou obviously didn’t think so. He just listened to my suggestion and kept shaking his head, “That thing is not as reliable as my notebook. Our ancestors used paper to take notes for thousands of years. It makes sense."

(End of this chapter)