Tang Miao let out a short exclamation and sat up suddenly. This time, he remembered clearly what happened in the dream.
The lights in the room were on, and Tang Sihuang knew that he was always dreaming these two days, so he asked him to turn on the lights at night. Tang Miao leaned weakly on the head of the bed, still feeling shocked and puzzled. This thing is just too weird. It is said that he thinks day by day and dreams at night, but he has never watched a horror movie or a zombie movie during this period of time. How could he have such a strange dream for no reason
Thinking about this question, he fell asleep again in a daze, but woke up from the nightmare again. Tang Miao was in so much pain that she just wanted to cry. Sitting on the bed and meditating for a moment, he quickly jumped out of bed and turned on the computer. Enter the three keywords of "zombies", "biting people" and "news", and actually found a lot of news, including June, October, and a few years ago. Tang Miao was startled, and opened them one by one, not knowing whether she was disappointed or relieved. All the so-called "zombie biting incidents" are either due to drunkenness, drug addiction, or eating bath salts by mistake. There is always a "reasonable" explanation. In short, it is not the kind of zombies in zombie movies. Even so, it didn't make Tang Miao feel relaxed.
As a result of not sleeping well, the dishes cooked for Tang Sihuang at noon were either too salty, or they forgot to put salt.
Tang Sihuang reluctantly swallowed the non-salty jade tofu, put down his chopsticks, and looked at him: "Having a nightmare again?"
"Well—I'm going to buy food at the restaurant below." Tang Miao put away the lunch box in embarrassment.
"What did you dream about?" Tang Sihuang asked.
"Dream of mourning—" Tang Miao suddenly fell silent, looking at his father secretly. To be honest, he didn't think Tang Sihuang would know what a "zombie" was. He could clearly imagine Tang Sihuang's earnest appearance sitting at his desk with documents signed, but he couldn't imagine the scene of him lazily lying on the bed watching zombie movies or zombie novels.
Tang Sihuang looked at the person who didn't know what he was thinking, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Go and sleep inside, the door is open."
Tang Miao nodded, rubbed her swollen temples, and entered the bedroom calmly.
Tang Sihuang frowned and thought for a moment, then continued to deal with the work at hand. In less than half an hour, a shrill scream suddenly came from the bedroom. Tang Sihuang shook his hand and almost spilled all the coffee in his hand on himself.
Tang Miao ran out of the bedroom with disheveled hair, put her hands on Tang Sihuang's desk, and said solemnly: "Daddy, let's open a supermarket!"
Tang Sihuang stared at his messy hair silently, with a smile hidden in his eyes.
Tang Miao said sternly, "Daddy, Datang Corporation has a game development company, a real estate company, a film studio, and even a biotech company, but there is no supermarket."
The corner of Tang Sihuang's mouth twitched: "Is it serious without a supermarket?"
Tang Miao gave a dry laugh, he really wanted to say it was serious. More and more he felt that his dream was a sign—a sign that the end was coming. And games, real estate, and film and television can't even be exchanged for an onion in the last days. Oh, speaking of onions, he forgot to plant a row of onions in his space, as well as ginger, garlic, um, parsley, goji berries, star anise, and peppercorns. Closer to home, if you open a supermarket, you can have a lot of practical supplies. Even if the end does not come, the supplies can still be sold without any loss.
Tang Sihuang asked again: "The nightmare is related to the supermarket?"
Tang Miao nodded and scratched her hair in embarrassment. Having a few nightmares at the cost of a supermarket is pretty expensive.
Tang Sihuang bowed his head and continued to review the documents, his pen tip was extremely smooth. Tang Miao thought there was no hope, and put down her hands in disappointment, but Tang Sihuang spoke disapprovingly.