Original Flavor and 30% Sweet

That night, Senbei tossed and turned, and no sleep was brewing.

There is always a vague facial feature in her head, smiling and talking, but she knows who it is.

When it was almost three o'clock, Xianbei was still full of energy, and an incredible guess was magnified and concrete in her heart.

Senbei was panicked by himself, so he quickly touched the phone next to his pillow, pressed it, and searched the Internet...

"How does it feel to like someone?"

There are many replies below the question, with one-by-one analysis and literary feelings.

Senbei contrasted one by one, the more they looked at it, the more confused they became, until one of the answers said--

"I thought that someone came in searching for this question."

Sent through, Senbei clenched his fingers in an instant.

No way……

Don’t you really like her landlord?

After only staying here for a few days, did you have such a shameful idea to others?

Senbei hides his face in despair.

Slowly, the small palms pressed hard against the cheeks, gradually loosened...

at night……

The night I just came back...

The man walked into the milk tea shop with her eyes without squinting.

The whole body's cells could feel the gaze burning from all directions, hotter than the surrounding warm lights, Senbei could only bury his face on his shoulder.

Xianbei heard different voices calling Chen Zhuo "Boss", there were males and females, and the constant tone was surprised.

But Chen Zhuo was extraordinarily calm, as if he didn't notice anything wrong, and walked freely to take her upstairs.

When he arrived at the entrance, the senbei had already turned into a steamed shrimp, curled up in his arms, motionless.

The man asked her: "Are you awake?"

Xianbei hurriedly raised her head, and slapped two clusters of eyelashes like a frightened butterfly feather: "...wake up, wake up..."

The sound was still small, and couldn't lift a trace of airflow.

"Sound so weak, really awake?" The man's breath was so close.

Senbei nodded.

He deliberately teased her: "Wake up and go around twice?"

Senbei's face was hot, and he shook his head violently. This kind of high-altitude travel is really exciting... She is shy and scared.

The man put her down, took her snow-white cat ear slippers from the shoe rack, and handed it to her. The movements are so smooth and natural, as if they have lived together for a long time.

——

The next morning, Chen Zhuo sat in the operating room with his hands propped on his legs and his eyes focused.

On the table in front of him, there are two paintings on the same A4 paper with different characters.

The deputy store manager Zhou cleaned the container behind him. Seeing the boss sitting there for a long time without moving, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at."

Chen Zhuo didn't look back, and hooked his back.

Zhou Gouchi immediately ran over and asked what he could do.

Chen Zhuo stepped aside and ran into Zhou Qingshu's field of vision from both paintings, and asked, "How is the painting?"

Zhou Qingshu: "It's very beautiful."

Chen Zhuo: "If you take a closer look, can you see anything famous?"

Zhou Qingshu lowered his head and looked at it carefully. After half a minute, he suddenly realized that he punched his hand and said, "Ah-is this -"

"Ok?"

"Our cheese, cranberries and cheese are very mangy?"

Chen Zhuo nodded in satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, I can see it."

"It's very vivid at first, did you paint it?"

"No."

"The little canary drew it?"

"what?"

"The one upstairs..." Zhou Qingshu raised his eyes and hinted, shaking his shoulders: "I can't bear to let go in my arms, and I'm still hiding behind him."

"Heh," Chen Zhuo chuckled, "She painted it. She is the painter."

"Oh, or an artist," Zhou Qingshu: "Then what are your plans?"

Chen Zhuo held his forehead and half raised one of the paintings: "I want to make a series and print it on the packaging."

"Bottle body?"

"Correct."

Chen Zhuo tapped his back on the paper: "For example, a little girl with a strawberry milk cap printed in pink. We can consider a plan. She does not need to use the color, but directly borrows the color of the drink. Drinking, the color of her clothing is also changing, it is more interesting and fresh, and it can also save packaging costs."

"Interesting." Zhou Qingshu groaned.

"I also thought about the follow-up activities. Watermelon red, orange orange, mango yellow, apple cucumber green, strawberry powder, blueberry blue, grape purple. This series is called rainbow. Collect one series and you can choose one for free. Mug with the same theme."

"Not bad... the basic girl who likes to drink desserts, the packaging is so cute, I should like it very much."

Chen Zhuo returned the two pictures: "Feasible?"

Zhou Qingshu was more than willing to stop: "I think it is feasible."

Chen Zhuo got up, then he had to ask for an authorization.

——

Senbei was immersed in the panic of his first love, and almost stayed up all night.

It was almost six o'clock, and then I fell asleep listening to the chirping of the birds outside the window.

The ringing of the phone awakened her from her big dream.

Senbei hurriedly touched the phone and picked it up: "Who, who?"

Stuttering on the phone is her old problem.

"It's me." A familiar voice.

Senbei sat up with a mess of hair.

what……

The culprit who caused her deer to bump into sleepless night...

As soon as he heard him speak, Senbei's face was not consciously flushed, and his short-skilled language ability instantly dropped to primitive level.

"Woke up?"

"...Hmm..." In the nose, he answered carefully.

"Can you open the door? I have something to ask you."

Senbei looked at the bedroom door and realized afterwards...

It must have been knocking on the door for a long time, and no one had to take care of it before calling her...

Annoyed by patting her head, do you think she is as impatient as a dead dog...

Seeing there was no sound, the other side asked: "Is it convenient now?"

"Yes, it's okay..." Xianbei hurriedly agreed, turning over and getting out of bed to prevent another defeat.

After wiping his restless hair twice, he quickly put a cardigan on the outside of his pajamas and trot to open the door.

The sudden opening of the door made Chen Zhuo uncomfortable.

He was stunned, his gaze dropped, facing Senbei's...head.

Inside the door, the little girl panted quietly, as if she had just finished a long-distance marathon.

Holding a cup of milk tea in one hand and a picture in the other, he asked, "Sit down and talk?"

Ok... Ok... Senbei doesn't look good at him at all, just nodded, moved his toes slightly, and got out of the way.

In the room, the curtains were not opened.

Fortunately, the daylight walked in in the living room and brightened everything up.

On the bed, only one corner of the quilt was lifted, and a pink-white soothing rabbit fell asleep, as if sleeping soundly.

The desk, the digital tablet are placed diagonally, and there are water cups and snack bags next to them, and the display is still on standby.

By the window, on a small coffee table, there is a notebook with a few sheets of paper pressed by a pencil.

Chen Zhuo picked there, just two wooden chairs, suitable for chatting.

Going there without thinking, Xianbei followed him, thinking about it, wouldn't it be... let him see what clues are coming?

After all, she panicked after changing her shoes yesterday and ran back to the room with a red face.

Shouldn't you come to make a solemn statement with her...it is strictly forbidden to have strange feelings towards the landlord...

When approaching the destination, Chen Zhuo suddenly stopped.

Senbei, who had a heart-warming ileum, almost slammed his head into his back, but stopped in time.

Chen Zhuo stopped where he was, and did not take a step forward for a long time.

Senbei was confused, and quietly poked the upper part of his head from behind the man, trying to find him who was standing still

The next moment, his pupils suddenly widened, and every nerve of Senbei bounced.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

All cells are screaming!

She forgot, she forgot—

I couldn't sleep last night, so I pulled a piece of sketch paper and sat by the window, silly, laughing and imagining, while sketching Chen Zhuo's appearance.

Character sketches, although they are only semi-finished products, they have been...very clearly...

Can see who it is--

Finished finished finished finished finished finished finished finished...

This barrage was about to burst his head. Senbei was shocked and sweaty, his face pale, and he didn't know how to alleviate the current embarrassment.

With red eyes, she clenched her teeth, and walked out three steps in two steps, trying to take the sketch back into the album.

You didn't see anything...

All you see are hallucinations...

Even if you repeat the useless mantra in your heart, you can comfort yourself. Senbei's embarrassment was embarrassing and couldn't get the slightest relief.

Just when her little white to bloodless hands almost touched the portrait painting—

The man has long hands and long legs. He stretched out his arms and passed her quickly, taking the sketch into his own hands.

Senbei can only stand and watch it...fly to a high...out of reach...

more……

Even more embarrassing...

dying……

Life is better than death...

Who gave her a slash...

Can there be a hole in the ground for her to fall in...

Especially the man deliberately put down the milk tea in his hand and raised the picture, as if he wanted to pay attention to it.

Senbei's scalp is numb, from the upper neck to the ankle, there is a continuous cold current.

As if in a sea of ​​swordsmanship and torture, Xianbei looked forward to it, hoping that he would be invisible.

But fantasies are just fantasies, she can only helplessly, letting Chen Zhuo look at her like no one.

The tension caused by various conjectures made Senbei's lower lip almost swollen by his own bite.

After a while, Chen Zhuo suddenly said something meaningful: "This painting is a bit familiar..."

Senbei immediately refused to admit and shook his head: "No...it's not..."

The man went silent immediately, without opening his lips for a long while.

Are you in doubt? Do you want to admit it? Senbei is so anxious that her nose is sour, or she should admit it, she will die if she is dead, and she is to blame for driving her away.

Nodded slightly: "Yes..."

Trying to justify: "It's just... practice writing..."

The excuse given did not even believe me.

With her head down, Xianbei twitched her nose twice. As soon as Hyunran in the eye sockets was sobbing and sucked it back, she saw that sketch was placed back to its original place: "It's just a practice pen?"

The original hand, picked up the milk tea on the table and handed it to her. The owner of the hand smiled: "I thought it was the personification of this milk tea."

what……

Personification……

Panic was half squeezed away by confusion. Senbei's clenched hands, slowly loosened, lifted, and took the cup of milk tea.

The warm one happened to be on the palm of her cold palm.

When the line of sight touched the cup body, there was a sudden pause. Senbei was stunned in place, and her pale face gradually turned red.

Just because

The label pasted on the cup, with small black square characters, clearly printed:

The original taste is three-point sweet.