Today is Zuo Jing's first day of visiting the store, the weather is cloudy, the temperature is suitable, and it is a little stuffy.

Zuo Kui taught Zuo Jing some simple things and lay down in the coffin.

"I've consumed too much energy in the past two days, I have to rest for a while and visit the two bosses next door later." Zuo Kui said.

Zuo Jing frowned and said, "Although you are now a zombie, I think the bed in the house is stronger than this thing." ”

"It's hard for my body to recover its strength, so I have to rely on this special coffin to protect it."

Zuo Kui said, closing his eyes.

"Wake me up if there's a problem. Don't worry too much, there was no business last night, did you? The business of this store will only open if it is fate. When there is no chance, there will be no business in ten days and half a month. ”

After speaking, Zuo Kui remained motionless.

His chest also stopped heaving, as if he were dead.

Zuo Jing looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly his nose was a little sour.

She rubbed her eyes and walked to the front store.

Zuo Kui quietly opened his eyes and sighed silently.

Zuo Jing stood at the door of the store, looked at the gloomy weather, and looked unhappy.

Boss Zhu has just come out of the stall. Zuo Jing saw him, grinned, and leaned over.

"Yo! Fat smash! ”

When Boss Zhu saw her, he smiled innocently.

"Thank you for helping me with the renovation yesterday!" Zuo Jing held Boss Zhu's refrigerator and said, "I really don't understand why my brother's broken store doesn't even have a network cable, and he still rubs the wifi in your store." ”

When Boss Zhu heard this, he suddenly said carefully: "You didn't tell Boss Zuo that I helped you decorate, right?" ”

"I said," Zuo Jing said rummaging through the goods in the freezer, "He said he would look for you later." He was tired right now and had to rest for a while. ”

Boss Zhu smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

He fanned the fan, thought for a moment, and nodded, "But it's too." Since Boss Zuo took over Liufangzhai, this is the first time he has consumed so much. ”

Zuo Jing listened, and the rummaging movement slowed down for a while, and soon returned to normal.

"Looks like you're a temporary boss lady now?"

This title makes Zuo Jing very useful. She took apart a popsicle and held it in her mouth, holding her head up proudly.

"Fat smash, my brother is a zombie." Zuo Jing said while paying, "What are you?" ”

When Boss Zhu heard this, he laughed and went back to the store with the money.

Zuo Jing bit the popsicle and looked circled.

"Casually asking about other people's original identity is one of the biggest taboos here."

Zuo Jing turned around and saw Mo Bei squatting on Boss Zhu's maza, looking at her.

Zuo Jing reflexively threw the popsicle at Mo Bei, and then rolled and jumped to the other side of the refrigerator, using the refrigerator to cut off Mo Bei's sight.

She gasped for a moment and slowly poked her head out from behind the refrigerator.

Mo Bei was half covered by her popsicle, and he looked loveless.

"Am I that terrible? Girl? ”

Zuo Jing swallowed his saliva and said embarrassedly: "No... I'm sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

She twitched her fingers, as if she couldn't think of a phrase that would fit the situation, and finally shrugged her shoulders and said, "You know. ”

Mo Bei was helpless, shook off the popsicle on his body, licked the remaining stains on his body, and slowly cleaned it.

Zuo Jing stabilized his mind and took out a tissue.

She picked Mo up and wiped his hair.

"I'm sorry, big brother. Don't be so careful. ”

Mo Bei's gaze was right on Zuo Jing's chest.

His body trembled, and he hurriedly turned his head away.

"As for me, I am a novice in the industry, and I have to do it and where I can't, and you have a lot of responsibilities for the old man. By the way, Uncle Cat, what is your surname? ”

"Mo Bei."

"What a stupid name." Zuo Jing focused on wiping the stains and blurted out.

Mo Bei felt that he really had nothing to say, so he pulled his bitter gourd face and let Zuo Jing fiddle with it.

There was a cacophony. Zuo Jing looked back, and the force in his hand was subconsciously used too much, and he dragged Mo sadly.

At the corner of the street, a teenager sat in the middle of the street, clutching his buttocks and grinning in pain.

The boy looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in a standard Taoist attire, his hair was tied up, and the parts that were scattered were very messy.

Whether it was his clothes, his cloth satchel, or even his skin, it was all dirty, making him look like a little beggar.

His sword and soul bell fell beside him, and the dust obscured much of their shine.

The little Taoist priest rubbed his ass and stood up. His expression quickly changed from grinning in pain to resolute.

Ignoring the dust on his face and body, he picked up the sword and the Soul Bell and wiped them carefully.

After that, he wiped the sweat off his face, and as a result, he wiped the dust and mud on his face in disguise, and it looked even more miserable.

Unaware, he walked into another shop with a sword and a bell.

A few minutes later, he flew out and fell to the ground, and the bell and sword fell beside him again.

It looks like it was thrown out.

He repeated the same action as he had done last time, and walked into a restaurant again.

This time only for a few seconds, he flew out again.

He walked down the street, repeating the cycle.

But no one on the street stopped or even looked sideways.

Everyone seems to be surprised.

Zuo Jing looked inexplicably and looked at it on tiptoe.

"What is this bear kid playing?"

Zuo Jing muttered to herself, planning to go over and see what was going on.

Mo Bei said: "Don't worry, he'll be over soon." You'll know what he's up to. ”

Zuo Jing listened, did not take a step, but still looked curiously.

Soon, the little Taoist priest walked into Boss Gao's shop, and was thrown out by the young man in a blink of an eye.

The little Taoist priest stood up again and walked towards Boss Zhu's shop.

He saw Zuo Jing looking at him directly, his face turned red instantly, and he walked quickly into Boss Zhu's shop.

Zuo Jing saw it and hurriedly followed.

Boss Zhu is not in the front store. The little Taoist priest looked left and right at no one, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw Zuo Jing following up.

Suddenly, he became very nervous.

Zuo Jing looked at him, curious about what would happen to him.

The little Taoist priest opened his mouth and looked at her for a while.

Eventually, as if he had made up his mind, he turned his head to the counter and said loudly, "Is anyone there?" ”

Boss Zhu rushed over from the yard in response.

He saw the little Taoist priest and greeted him with a smile.

"Chief, what do you want?"

The little Taoist priest pulled his throat and said loudly: "Bold demon, dare to compete with me!" ”

Zuo Jing's jaw dropped.

This picture made her want to burst into laughter.

Boss Zhu smiled and walked out of the counter.

He picked up the little Taoist priest who had no ability to resist, put his head out of the store, and kicked him out.

The little Taoist priest fell on the street again, and he couldn't get up in pain.

This time, Zuo Jing lost the desire to laugh.

"Dead fatty, you're sick! Bully a bear kid dry hair! She yelled.

Boss Zhu was not angry, and said with a smile: "He's going to your house." I advise you to do the same, it would be better to do so. ”

Zuo Jing glanced at him viciously and left Boss Zhu's shop quickly.