The store manager who returned from Naruto

"Uncle Zhang, please sit here and wait for a while. The coffee will be ready soon."

"Okay." Mr. Zhang nodded with a smile, and that smile made people feel friendly.

"Oh, right, this girl?"

"Oh~ She is the child of a friend of mine. She is here to play for a few days. Come on, Xiaoye, come over and say hello to Grandpa Zhang."

Hearing the sound, Xiaoye turned her head and glanced at Tifa gently, and then at Uncle Zhang on the other side. She turned back silently and continued watching TV.

This scene also made Tifa sigh slightly and smiled apologetically in front of Uncle Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, don't be offended, this kid is a little too naive."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Mr. Zhang shook his head, indicating that he didn't care at all, but his eyes stayed on Xiaoye for a moment longer. Tifa didn't take it to heart, lowered her head and continued to play with the coffee in her hand.

In a moment, a cup of hot coffee is ready.

"Uncle Zhang, try it."

After taking the coffee, Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and smelled it, then nodded in praise.

"Well, just smelling it makes you feel good, not bad."

Then, under Tifa's gaze, Zhang Laoqian took a bite.

"Huh?" Mr. Zhang suddenly froze, opened his eyes and took a different look at Tifa, who was always smiling, and then took another sip.

After a long time, Mr. Zhang put down the coffee cup in his hand.

"What's the name of your coffee?"

"iting."

"Iting, waiting? Why this name? I think... it's more appropriate to use memories."

"Maybe." Tifa did not deny it, "It's just that this name was randomly chosen by a friend of mine, but now she has left."

"That's it." Old man Zhang was so mature that he immediately smelled the flavor of the story and did not ask any further questions. Instead, he asked about coffee.

"Your coffee is indeed unique. To be honest, I have drunk many kinds of coffee. I have also tasted a lot of foreign coffee, but it is not as delicious as yours."

"Thank you, it's just a little bit of craftsmanship." Tifa smiled lightly, not proudly.

"Eh~ What you said is wrong. If you were just a little craftsman, wouldn't what I drank before become boiled water?" Mr. Zhang asked pretending to be angry.

Tifa said nothing and just smiled.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang finally sighed, his tone indescribably complicated.

"I really can't see through you more and more. You always look mature at a young age. In some aspects, you are more open-minded than my old man."

"open..."

"Okay, don't call me Uncle Zhang. If you like, just call me old man." Mr. Zhang waved his hand and stopped what Tifa wanted to say.

"Okay... okay, old man." Tifa was not a pedantic person, and besides, she was quite close to this old man, so she wouldn't suffer any loss if she called him.

"Hey, is this right?" When the old man shouted, he was elated and extremely happy.

"A drop of fragrance changes everything in the world! Your coffee is a classic."

Tifa remained silent this time. Excessive humility would be hypocritical.

"I've drunk a lot of coffee, but this is the first time for me to drink this kind of coffee. In addition to the usual aroma and a hint of bitterness, it seems...well, there's something else. It's this thing that completely sublimates this cup of coffee. ”

"The old man has a unique discernment." This time, Tifa was completely surprised for a while. She didn't expect that the old man in front of her could taste it to this extent, which really surprised her.

"Hey~ Forget about having a smart eye or something. Drinking too much coffee will naturally make your eyesight a lot wider." Mr. Zhang waved his hand indifferently, but he was very interested in this recipe.

"Girl, if it's convenient, tell me what exactly you are using."

Tifa pursed her lips slightly, with a trace of apology in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, old man. This recipe is very complicated. No one in this world can make it except me."

"Oh!" Mr. Zhang was stunned. He didn't expect Tifa to say that, but he could see the seriousness in Tifa's eyes and she was not lying.

"In that case, forget it." Mr. Zhang didn't care. This was someone else's secret. If he could tell it like this, he would doubt the truth of the secret.

"Old man, this cup of coffee not only refreshes your mind, but also has a certain restorative effect on your body if you take it for a long time."

"Huh? Is it so magical?"

Tifa smiled and said nothing, just stop talking to some words.

"Okay, if I'm okay, I'll come over and ask for a cup of coffee."

"I'll give you a [-]% discount."

"Girl, you're not being kind, you only gave me a [-]% discount."

"Old man, I usually don't discount this coffee."

I don't know why, but facing Tifa's smile, Mr. Zhang suddenly felt that he was powerless and had nothing to do. It was like punching cotton. He was indescribably depressed.

"Okay, okay, I can't help you, [-]% off is [-]% off."

Tifa chuckled lightly and looked at the old man much more intimately.

"By the way, old man, did you see the police car just now?"

"Smash! Of course I saw the police car." Mr. Zhang smacked his lips, as if to say that this coffee was not enough at all.

Seeing this, Tifa shook her head in amusement and added another drink for him.

"Haha~ Girl, you are so sensible, eh~ It would be great if you were my granddaughter, drinking coffee and basking in the sun every day, that's how people live."

Tifa smiled and said nothing, but there was a hint of disappointment in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

"When I have time one day, I will introduce you to my naughty granddaughter. I believe you will like her very much."

"Row."

"Okay! You want to ask the police about it. I don't know the details. I heard they said someone died in front of them. The person who died was a man. I don't know the details. I didn't go to see it. It's too unlucky. ."

"Dead..."

"Isn't it? There hasn't been an accident here for many years."

"I understand, thank you, old man."

"Okay, let's not get involved in this matter if we can. One more thing is worse than one less thing." While saying this, Mr. Zhang gave Tifa a meaningful look.

"It's better to do less than to do more. That's just for ordinary people." Tifa certainly understands the hidden meaning of Zhang's old words, but once she decides to do something, no one can stop her, except Uchiha Madara. Just here.

Mr. Zhang squinted his eyes, a light flashed unconsciously in his eyes, and then returned to normal in the next second.

"Okay, since you want to go, I won't stop you, but you have to pay attention to safety. The murderer... is not simple."

Tifa was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said thank you softly.

"Hey, you're welcome. After all, we've known each other for such a long time. There aren't many people who share my old man's appetite. You are one of them. If something happens to you, I won't feel at ease."

The old man's words were full of memories and sighs about the past, and a trace of memories appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Ahem, I'm sorry for being rude. People always like to recall the past when they get older."

"It's nothing, it's human nature."

"Okay, it's getting late and I should go back." Say it, Mr. Zhang stood up and planned to leave.

"Master, walk slowly and remember to come often."

"Okay, I think I want you to hold it in your mouth. After drinking your coffee, the rest is boiled water. Okay, no need to give it away. My old man is not that old yet."

"Master, walk slowly." Tifa, who was at the door, looked at the retreating figure in the distance and smiled thoughtfully.

"What an extraordinary old man..."

(End of this chapter)