After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Song Mai looked at the familiarity between the two and swallowed the words back without interrupting their conversation.

It was not until the two of them had finished talking that the old lady looked at Song Mai with a smile.

"Do you two know each other?"

Song Mai nodded:

"He is my boss. We are on a business trip together this time. I didn't expect to meet him here."

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, the time of the day when people are most tired.

The old lady stretched and turned to sit in the rocking chair beside her.

"I see you don't know much about coffee beans, young lady. Since you two know each other, let him introduce them to you. He is an expert in this area, no worse than me. Let me be lazy and just choose whichever one to take. You are his colleague, and you have come all the way here, so just consider it a small gift from me to you. Next time you are on a business trip to the West, just come and visit me."

Song Mai was just about to say no and that he could pay for it himself, but the old lady fell into a deep sleep in an instant, still holding the quilt in her hand.

Song Mai sighed helplessly, took the quilt from her hand and gently covered her with it.

After she finished all this, Ji Fenghe lowered his voice and gave a brief introduction to the several types of coffee beans in the display cabinet next to him.

After finishing the introduction, he seemed to remember that this introduction was not very helpful for selecting coffee beans and he didn't know when to stop, so he turned his head and glanced at Song Mai.

"What kind of coffee do you like to drink on weekdays?"

Song Mai was listening to his introduction attentively. Just when he felt that selecting coffee beans was indeed a science, he heard him say this out of the blue.

She quickly explained: "I didn't drink it, I bought it as a gift."

Ji Fenghe nodded and continued to ask:

"So what's your preference for the person you want to send it to?"

Song Mai understood that gifts must conform to other people's preferences and tastes, otherwise it would be a waste of time. However, she really didn't know what kind Chu Xing liked.

She saw him drinking coffee often on weekdays, but she never asked him what kind he drank.

Seeing her silence for a while, Ji Fenghe glanced at her.

"do not know?"

Song Mai was a little embarrassed.

"Um……"

Ji Fenghe thought for a moment and changed his way of asking: "Does he prefer hand-ground coffee or coffee machine-ground coffee?"

Song Mai: “…”

She still shook her head. All she saw every time was the finished coffee. She had never seen the process of Chu Xing making coffee, let alone when he made it.

Ji Fenghe was speechless as he didn't know anything about Song Mai's questions.

"Why did you insist on giving her coffee if you don't know anything? Why not choose something else? Coffee is hard to drink if you don't like it. You should go somewhere else and stop wasting your time here."

Having said that, he raised his leg and was about to leave.

Song Mai naturally knew that he was right, and that she didn't know enough and hadn't done her homework. But since she was already here and this store was so famous, she didn't want to leave with nothing after having finally found it.

"Well, please wait."

She hesitated and called out to Ji Fenghe.

The man looked back at her.

"Anything else?"

Song Mai ruffled his clothes a little embarrassedly.

"It's my problem, but I still want to trouble you to help me choose one that suits the general taste and won't go wrong. Although I don't know enough about his favorite taste, I know that he often stays up late and often drinks in the morning and evening when he works overtime. I guess it should be used to refresh himself."

She had just listened to Ji Fenghe's introduction to several types of coffee beans. Although he didn't say much and only introduced a few types, every sentence he said was very useful. In just a few sentences, he clearly introduced the name of the coffee beans, their origin, roasting process, taste characteristics, and whether they are suitable for hand grinding or machine grinding. She felt she benefited a lot from listening to it.

It was indeed as the shop owner said that he knew a lot, and that was why she wanted him to help her choose. After all, it was better than just choosing randomly on her own.

Song Mai was wearing a beige knitted wool dress with a pure white coat on the outside and short boots of the same color on her feet. Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to embarrassment, her red lips were tightly pursed, and she looked pretty enough with just a little light makeup.

She is not a stunning beauty, but she has naturally fair skin without a single blemish on her face. She has a slim and fit figure, and a golden height of 1.68 meters. One inch more would be too much, and one inch less would be too little.

His facial features are not perfect when viewed separately, but they are surprisingly harmonious when put together. His grape-like black pupils appear very determined and stubborn when he is serious. His smile is so sincere that it makes people feel very warm. When he stands there without saying anything, he makes people feel bookish.

At this moment, in the middle of the display case, the woman made a request to Ji Fenghe with an embarrassed look on her face. The man's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and there seemed to be a light and shadow floating slightly in his eyes.

He stopped, but did not come back. He just said calmly:

"Then I suggest you choose Blue Mountain or Mandheling. Both of these have a wide audience. From your description, your friend should be a person who loves work. Both of these are popular among elites. They have a strong taste and rich layers. Toraja is also good, but it tastes a little sour than Mandheling.

Of course, you don’t have to choose just one, you can pick a few to take home and try, this way you won’t go wrong, and you can drink it yourself.”

At this point he asked again: "What kind of coffee do you usually drink?"

Song Mai coughed twice in embarrassment:

"Nestle."

Ji Fenghe: "..."

He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again:

"You can try Yirgacheffe and Kona, which have a fresher and purer taste and are more popular with girls."

Song Mai sincerely thanked the man for his professional recommendation.

"Thank you, and thank you for your trouble. I will treat you to a meal when I have the chance as a token of my gratitude."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Fenghe said rudely: "There is a chance now. I happen to be a little hungry."

Song Mai was stunned. She didn't expect the man to be so direct.

But on second thought this is a good idea, I can repay the favor right away, so we don't have to sit together for dinner again later, which would be even more awkward than today.

"Okay, wait for me, please. We'll leave after I finish shopping."

In the end, Song Mai bought a bag of Monsoon and several other recommended varieties.

She wanted Chu Xing to choose first, and give the others to Su He and Tang Lanlan.

She also wanted to keep a bag for herself to try.

Finally she filled a bulging bag.

But the shop owner hasn't woken up yet.

Song Mai glanced at the old lady who was still sleeping, and looked at Ji Fenghe with some embarrassment.

"Do you know the price? How much do I have to pay for these?"