"Hey, Xu Le, it's time to eat!"
Her sister-in-law shouted from the staircase.
This shout woke Zhou Ze from his trance.
The bedroom was still the same bedroom.
The bed was still the same bed.
The wedding photo on the wall was still the same.
He reached out and rubbed his eyes. Zhou Ze turned around, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked downstairs.
There were three dishes and a soup on the dining table.
One serving of celery fried beef, one serving of Kung Pao Chicken, one serving of cabbage fried vermicelli, and a bowl of vegetable tofu soup.
Doctor Lin was scooping rice from the table, and his sister-in-law was already sitting on the chair impatiently.
"Some people just don't have a conscience. Their wife is cooking in the kitchen, but they are actually so carefree."
Her sister-in-law shook her body as she ate.
Zhou Ze also sat down, and Doctor Lin passed the chopsticks to Zhou Ze.
