The next day, Chen Ze got up exceptionally late, probably because he had overexerted himself the day before, so he slept soundly and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock.
"Ah... I'm still so sleepy." Chen Ze stood in the bathroom, yawned, and then grabbed a towel to wipe his face with cold water.
The icy water snapped Chen Ze to alertness quite a bit; he had to admit, sleeping too long wasn't a good thing. The longer you sleep, the groggier you feel, and then you want to sleep even more, leading to a vicious cycle.
So, normally, as soon as Chen Ze woke up, he would get up; otherwise, he'd sleep into the afternoon.
"Let me think, I should go to the mutton wholesale market later to buy some sheep offal; after all, I still plan to make that minced mutton stomach dish," said Chen Ze as he changed his clothes and then grabbed his keys to go downstairs and out the small door.
