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Chapter 817

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After drinking this one, there was still the next one.

Three glasses of draft beer were finished by Yuan Zhou in a short while. The more he drank, the more astringent it became. However, Yuan Zhou wasn't drunk at all.

He went to the bar and took another two glasses. Five glasses of draft beer. This was the maximum amount that Yuan Zhou had set himself. After all, it wasn't good to drink too much alcohol.

The two glasses didn't last long in Yuan Zhou's hand. After a few minutes, they were finished.

"Could it be that when my culinary skills become better, my alcohol tolerance will also become better?" Yuan Zhou muttered to himself. He looked at the five empty glasses, leaving only a little white beer foam.

In the past, he would definitely be a little dizzy after drinking five bottles of beer. Although he wouldn't be drunk to the point of losing consciousness, Yuan Zhou had never been a person who could drink very well.

Yuan Zhou didn't inherit his father's drinking gene at all. He couldn't help but think of his father who liked to drink a few glasses every day after closing the restaurant.

However, today, Yuan Zhou felt that his talent for drinking had awakened. Now, Yuan Zhou was very sober, even more sober than usual, whether it was his brain or his five senses.

He could see a father and daughter who were selling barbecue on the street. After a night of hard work, they were ready to close the stall.

He could hear a husband and wife scolding their son who didn't do well in school. Mixed doubles.

He could smell the strong aroma of alcohol and the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

He put his elbows on the stone table. It wasn't cold like the stone at all. It was already warm.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhou suddenly smiled proudly. Although the tables and chairs here were provided by the system, he had put in a lot of effort in the placement and layout.

After drinking five glasses of beer, Yuan Zhou went to take another five glasses. Today's beer wasn't intoxicating.

It must be said that it was good to be a boss. He could drink as much as he wanted and no one would care. As long as Yuan Zhou paid the system, it wouldn't say anything.

The new five glasses of beer were drunk a little slower than before. Yuan Zhou felt that the beer wasn't intoxicating, but his stomach was still full.

He could drink seven or eight mouthfuls of beer. There was no point in just drinking, so Yuan Zhou would sometimes take a sip after a sip until his mouth warmed up before swallowing.

Hmm … drinking like this made the beer even more astringent.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a sky full of stars in the city." When Yuan Zhou finished his eighth cup, he suddenly raised his head. The sky was dark, and the moon was embedded in it.

It was a crescent moon, but it didn't feel lonely. Instead, it felt quite beautiful. Even if there were no stars, one could still admire the moon.

A few days ago, there was news that Taoxi Road was going to be demolished. However, because of the Yuanzhou shop, the demolition plan seemed to have been postponed.

Actually, Yuan Zhou suddenly had a black-bellied idea in his mind. Even the System's underground was wrapped in steel. He wondered if the legendary demolition team would be able to take it down.

While Yuan Zhou was thinking about other things, he gulped down the remaining two cups of liquor.

After drinking ten glasses of beer in one night, Yuan Zhou realized that the most frightening thing about drinking was not getting drunk, but that the more you drink, the more sober you become.

He wanted to continue drinking, but this time, Yuan Zhou didn't continue. He muttered to himself, "I can't drink anymore. If I drink too much beer, it will get to my head the next day. Besides, I have to open the shop tomorrow."

Without beer and unwilling to go back to the bedroom, Yuan Zhou took out his phone. It was so boring that he decided to call someone to talk to.

There were many numbers in the phone book, but Yuan Zhou didn't find anyone he could talk to.

Sun Ming was a good friend, but not a good person to talk to. Jiang Changxi was a good person to talk to, but it was too late now. As the CEO, Jiang Changxi must be very busy, so he didn't want to disturb her.

Not finding anything, Yuan Zhou took out his phone and opened the gallery. In fact, there were many emoji packages in the gallery, all of which were secretly taken by Yuan Zhou when he watched Manman and the others chat in the WeChat group.

To put it bluntly, in terms of the quantity or quality of emoji packages, Yuan Zhou was definitely the best.

Well, it didn't seem to be something to be proud of. Yuan Zhou just looked at the emoji packages that he had stolen, and unconsciously fell asleep on the stone table.

The crescent moon was hanging in the sky, and the cool breeze was blowing.

It would not change at all because of who fell asleep.

About half an hour later, the system suddenly displayed in his mind, "Ding Dong, reminder to the host that with the current posture, there is a 90% chance that you will have back pain tomorrow, which will affect your cooking."

If the system was ringing in Yuan Zhou's head, there might be a glimmer of hope to wake Yuan Zhou up with this "Ding Dong" sound.

But now, the system displayed in his mind. For the sleeping Yuan Zhou, wasn't it like dancing in front of a blind man? What could it do?

Therefore, no matter how the system reminded him, it didn't work. Yuan Zhou still slept.

However, although the wine tonight wasn't intoxicating, it was quite good for sleep. The temperature in Chengdu dropped sharply at night, but no matter how cold it was, Yuan Zhou still slept until the next day.

At six o 'clock the next day, the biological clock woke Yuan Zhou up. But when he stretched himself, he felt pain in his neck and waist.

It was so painful that he couldn't even stretch himself straight.

"What's going on?" Yuan Zhou just wanted to get up, but his head was dizzy, as if he had turned hundreds of rounds on the same spot, dizzy and painful.

Not only was he dizzy and painful, but he also felt heavy. His head seemed to be four or five times heavier than usual. His feet felt light and his voice was buzzing. Yuan Zhou found that he had caught a cold, a serious cold.

"I didn't pay attention yesterday and slept here?" Yuan Zhou looked around. The temperature dropped at night, and there was a cool breeze. Besides, he didn't wear much, so it would be strange if he didn't get sick.

"I'm old. When I was young, I used to take a cold shower. It didn't matter." Yuan Zhou muttered and stood up tiredly.

He was about to tidy up and prepare breakfast. But after taking two steps, he felt his head was heavy and his feet were light. He almost missed a step and staggered.

"Steady. Steady." Yuan Zhou hurriedly steadied his body and didn't fall.

In theory, he always took care of himself when he was sick, so there was no problem at all. Yuan Zhou slowly went back to the bedroom on the second floor and took out the cold medicine he usually took from the drawer.

Yuan Zhou opened the bottle of mineral water and ate three pills. He didn't even have time to boil the hot water.

The plan was to take the medicine and rest for a while before preparing the ingredients. At most, he wouldn't exercise today.

But the reality was very harsh. After resting for a while, he didn't feel better. Instead, he felt worse and his head was getting heavier. In this state, preparing the ingredients was already a problem, let alone cooking.

"System, is there any special medicine that will make me better after taking it?" Yuan Zhou said. In his opinion, this kind of medicine was absolutely easy for the system which was full of black technology.

A few seconds later, the system displayed, "Host, I suggest you ask for leave today."

This was the first time that the system suggested Yuan Zhou to ask for leave. But if it said so, it meant that there was no such medicine. Yuan Zhou was quite disgusted by the system. It didn't even have such a basic operation.

But for now, no matter how he thought about it, it seemed that he could only ask for leave. It was really too heavy and he felt like sleeping after taking the medicine …

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