"This cigarette is good and strong!" Li Zheng praised sincerely.

As Uncle Ding listened, the smile on his face became even brighter, and the wrinkles on his old face became much deeper, as if he had received great recognition.

After taking a shower, Li Zheng felt much fresher.

He walked briskly and when he passed by the bathhouse door, he saw Uncle Ding's coal stove. He bent down and used the fire to dry his hair a little.

Back in the dormitory, Li Zheng dug out a razor from a drawer. He put on a blade, looked in the mirror, and began shaving diligently. The blade scraped across his chin, making a rustling sound. Because the blade was too blunt, it took him about ten minutes to finish shaving.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Li Zheng couldn't help but sigh. With his thick eyebrows, large eyes, high nose bridge, and well-defined features, he was a truly handsome man. His thick, dark hair, parted in a 3:7 ratio, was particularly satisfying. After all, in his previous life, Li Zheng had started balding after turning 30, and his hair had been thinning, a factor that had troubled him greatly.

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth that were not yellowed by smoking.

“Gugugugu…”

Li Zheng's stomach growled uncontrollably. He put on a faded blue jacket, straight-leg jeans, and white sneakers, then left the dormitory and headed towards the hospital cafeteria.

His handsome appearance, coupled with his youthful, energetic outfit, attracted many girls' attention. The holes in his jeans' knees, in particular, seemed to evoke a unique sense of trendiness and uninhibitedness in this era. However, only Li Zheng knew that the holes were caused by a drunken fall. Now, the cold wind blew through his knees, making him feel uncomfortably cold.

The sky had completely darkened, and the dim street lights lit up one by one, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

As I walked into the cafeteria, I was greeted by a mixture of the aroma of food and the smell of cooking oil.

There were a few sparsely lined up in front of the sales window.

Li Zheng spent one yuan and fifty cents to buy a dish of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew, two cornmeal steamed buns, and a small dish of pickles.

He took the plate and found a seat in the corner. The light in the corner was darker, but he felt more comfortable there.

Several young nurses at the next table were enthusiastically discussing the newly released magazine "Popular Movies".

On the cover of the magazine, Liu Xiaoqing smiled brightly, and her beauty was particularly bright under the dim light.

Li Zheng broke open the steamed bread, and the hot steam mixed with the fragrance of corn hit his face. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and opened his mouth to bite off half of the steamed bread. However, the texture of the steamed bread was a bit rough, like eating bran, and it was difficult to swallow.

This made him think of the delicacies he had eaten in five-star hotels in his previous life. Back then, he thought those delicacies were just so-so, but now, he could only savor them in his memories. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Doctor Li, would you like a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup?" The cafeteria auntie poked her head out with a friendly smile on her face. "They have freshly beaten eggs, so fresh."

Li Zheng nodded. He knew that the aunt must be aware that steamed cornbread did not taste good, so according to custom, she would ask the guests if they wanted soup.