I opened a shopping mall in Xihuan

The crown of the sycamore tree has dense branches and leaves, wrapping the trunk to form a claustrophobic and quiet space, and only the dappled sunlight and shadow can penetrate.

You Xia looked up at the black-haired man sitting leaning on the tree trunk, the rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and shone on the man's body covered in wounds and blood, coating the dilapidated black iron armor with a lustrous luster .

This may be a knight who has just left the battlefield, and You Xia speculates about this after only taking a rough look at the man's attire.

Maybe it was a soldier of the Sun Yao Army who left the battlefield and returned with a broken sword covered in blood, with a lingering evil spirit all over his body.

The slightly drunk warm wind made the sycamore leaves rustle, and the man's long black hair tied high with a leather rope brushed his blood-stained face, even his eyebrows were stained with blood.

Up and down the tree, the two looked at each other less than three meters away, until another drop of blood slipped down the man's injured arm, just in time for the elf's silver hair.

You Xia hurriedly took a step back to get out of the way, and raised her head to look at the man's pale face.

He wanted to remind, "You need to receive treatment", but before the words reached his mouth, he choked in his throat.

For unknown reasons, he felt that the other party didn't want to hear such meaningless words.

So he simply pretended that he didn't see those hideous wounds and blood, and said in a normal tone: "Are you squatting on the tree in front of my shop, are you greedy for our milk tea?"

The man still looked at him with half-lidded eyelids, and there seemed to be an invisible black hole hidden in those steadfast black pupils.

You Xia has never seen this kind of eyes, a kind of numbness and indifference eyes that have not seen the sun all year round, reminding him of a penguin that has left the group, walking firmly and stubbornly towards death.

He had a vague feeling: this person seemed to not want to live, so he let the wound bleed profusely and did not seek treatment.

Just as he was struggling with how to persuade a person who had given up his life to open his heart and embrace the future, the man on the tree suddenly moved.

Holding the handle of the broken sword, he turned around and jumped off the tree in a neat gesture, landing firmly on the ground.

Although this action is very cool and sassy, ​​You Xia still feels the wound pain for him from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that the man seemed to be about to leave, he stretched out his hand before the man turned around, and immediately raised a positive and good young man's smile and said, "You're here, why don't you come in and sit down, I'll treat you to milk tea!"

The man looked down at the hand that was extended to him, and stood motionless.

Seeing that he had no intention of being unwilling, You Xia tentatively grabbed his armor-wrapped wrist, and after making sure that the other party did not resist, he decisively pulled him into his shop.

In fact, Rice was not unwilling. If he really didn't want the elf to find himself hiding in the tree, he wouldn't let the drop of blood fall on the other's forehead in the first place.

Following the footsteps of the elves out of the shade, the bright slanting sunlight made Les' eyes really hard.

In the field of vision, the elf in plain white clothes shines brightly every step he takes, as if wearing a dazzling starlight, bringing him from the shadows to the sunlight.

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Seeing the boss come in with such a blood-stained man in armor, Darren was taken aback and stammered, "This, this is..."

"Guest." You Xia cut off his words and replied.

Demi was even more surprised by the blood on Youxia's face: "Ah, what happened to your face?"

"It's okay, it's not my blood." Youxia pressed Les on the high seat in front of the bar, lowered his head and said to him, "Wait for me for a while, I'll make milk tea for you, just be obedient and don't move around."

After saying that, he turned into the production area, washed the blood on his forehead first, and then continued to make the glass of snow-topped white jasmine that was interrupted by the visit of the city lord.

The jasmine tea has already been boiled, You Xia poured the tea into the shaker cup, added an appropriate amount of fresh milk and syrup and shook it well, then poured the shaken scented tea into the milk tea cup.

The tea is hot, and it would taste better if a few ice cubes were put in the cup, but considering the man's injuries, he gave up on this idea, and directly squeezed white and delicate cream on the cup, and finally sprinkled dried fruit petals on it Crushed, this glass of snow-topped white jasmine is complete!

Darren and Demi watched him make the milk tea all the time. They couldn't help swallowing when they saw the finished product, and their eyes were fixed on the beautiful "snow top" cream on the cup.

Darren sighed: "It's so exquisite!"

Demi asked, "Will I learn it too?"

"Of course, you will do better than me in the future."

Youxia put the new scented tea and the straw in front of Les as he said, and the encouraging voice seemed to be rippling softly: "Come on, try it."

Back in Los Angeles today, Les saw many pedestrians holding a cup of this drink in their hands and sucking the contents through a straw, but they didn't expect that it all came from here.

The snow top sprinkled with crushed dried fruit is really delicate and beautiful, Les couldn't bear to destroy its creamy shape, but under Youxia's expectant gaze, he still cruelly inserted the straw through the middle, and then took a sip.

"This is a new product, and it's the first time I've made it." You Xia stared at his pale, blood-stained face, trying to read his evaluation of his craftsmanship from his expression, but the other party remained expressionless, so he couldn't help asking, "How is it, is it good to drink?"

Les took another sip and tasted the cream on top intentionally. The cream that was fully whipped at low temperature tasted refreshing and dense, and it melted in the mouth. The milk tea with the scent of jasmine was sweet and rich. Every sip seemed to make him The body that had lost too much blood regained its warmth little by little.

He licked his lower lip and nodded, "Yeah".

"It's fine if you like it." You Xia smiled again, thought for a while and said, "Since you have prostituted my milk tea for nothing, shouldn't you also agree to my request?"

Les looked sideways at him, as if asking "what request".

You Xia took the opportunity to say: "Take care of your injuries."

Rice's tone was light: "I can't die."

"But it will hurt." You Xia frowned, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"I..." I wanted to say that I wasn't afraid, but when he met the worried gaze of the other party, Rice stopped his mouth unconsciously.

He is indeed not afraid of pain, and even enjoys the sense of reality of living in the world brought by pain, but now he somehow doesn't want to answer like this, and finally just turned his eyes away, and nodded as if there was nothing.

You Xia laughed lightly, and said, "I have medicine here, can I treat your wound?"

"Ah."

Therefore, the potion presented by the good neighbor Burnis came in handy again.

Youxia opened the drawer, took out all the medicines to stop bleeding and heal wounds from the purse, then poured out a basin of water from the water purifier, and cleaned the man's wound with a clean towel.

Because of the strong smell of blood on Les's body and the iron armor was full of knife marks, Youxia always preconceived that he was seriously injured, but when he really uncovered the tattered armor and clothes, , but he found that those wounds that bled a lot were just thin, long, small knife wounds.

This is unscientific. The clothes around the wound were all torn so big, how could he only suffer such a slight injury?

At first You Xia couldn't understand it at all, until he watched a small wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye to the point where no scar was left...

You Xia: "..."

Well, the case is solved, this person either knows magic, or has other ethnic origins!

Sure enough, he shouldn't look at the world from a scientific perspective!

He raised his eyebrows and said, "The self-healing ability is quite strong."

"Well," Rice nodded, "so I can't die."

"..."

In view of Rice's own strong healing ability, in the end Youxia only stopped the bleeding and treated the two bleeding wounds on the opponent's arm and thigh.

Unknowingly, the sun has set in the west, and Darren stayed in the production area to teach Demi how to use the tea bucket and tea extractor, and the atmosphere in the store was quiet and peaceful.

While dressing the wound, You Xia found a topic and said, "I haven't asked what your name is yet."

"Les." Les stared at the strands of silver hair scattered on Yuxia's legs. The slender and smooth hair brushed against his knees repeatedly with the master's movements. His Adam's apple slipped, and he quickly looked away to add Said: "Les Hodge."

Youxia glanced at him quite unexpectedly: "The owner of Rose City is also named Hodge."

Rice was silent for a moment, then whispered, "He is my father."

"Ah, that's it..." Youxia nodded thoughtfully, "So...you were hiding in the tree at that time, and you were looking at your father."

But look at my father, why did he hide in the tree?

This involves other people's privacy, even though he was very curious, You Xia stopped the topic.

A few minutes later, Youxia finished bandaging his wound, and said briskly, "It's done."

Just when Les was about to get up, Youxia pressed his shoulder again: "Wait a minute, I'll wipe your face clean, it's full of blood."

Les looked up at him, and obediently closed his eyes when the white towel wiped his eyebrows.

You Xia wiped away the dried blood on his cheeks and eyebrows little by little, every time the towel brushed against his cheeks, he would see the slender eyelashes on the closed eyes trembling slightly, as if they were scratching at his fingertips.

You Xia's palms were inexplicably itchy, and he wiped away all the blood on Les's face at a faster speed, and what was finally revealed was a well-defined, beautiful but not feminine face.

And this face also has some oriental characteristics, compared with the locals of Ross City, the facial features are softer and more delicate...

and many more!

Youxia suddenly realized that Rice was the first person he saw with long straight black hair and black eyes since he came here.

But it is clear that the Lord Hero has light blonde hair and brown eyes. How can there be such a difference between the two father and son?

Or was he mistaken, the city lord's hair was actually green?

Just when Youxia was puzzled, Rice's indifferent eyes opened without warning, and the dark eyeballs glowed like water under the light.

Looking at each other at close range again, You Xia was stunned, then smiled and said: "Okay, it's done."

Les blinked and nodded slightly.

After packing up the healing supplies, a customer happened to come to the shop and ordered three cups of fruit tea. Darren went to wash the fruit consciously, and Youxia also turned around to get busy. Les has left without saying hello.

The glass of snow-topped white jasmine is also taken away with me.