[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

After the complaint against Rodriguez's infringement of production was submitted, the matter caused quite a stir in the upper circles of Barcelona.

In fact, it is clear at a glance who produces paper clips first and who produces them later.Most people don't pay special attention to it, and think that several manufacturers are related to each other-because Barcelona, ​​as a commercial city with a long history, is indeed a model in terms of the law implementing the commercial order.

Catalonia has almost always been a coterie of its own, and no one has ever traveled to Madrid to register a patent.

Therefore, Rodriguez, who was caught, was quite unlucky in a sense-he was well-informed at the city hall, and he really thought that Joey didn't register the patent because he felt sorry for the patent fee, and he thought he could Pick up a great deal.

If he knew that Joey already owned the patent, he would never dare to do such a thing in this small circle.Everyone is a person who rides the east wind of industry and commerce, and this kind of breaking the rules will almost certainly be discovered, and a person's reputation will be ruined from then on——

As a proverb goes, a bankrupt businessman still has hope of making a comeback, but a businessman whose reputation has been discredited by unfair competition is doomed to perdition.

As for later commercial ghosts with unscrupulous intentions who discovered that this time difference can be used in reverse, deliberately luring others to produce products that they have registered patents in other places, and profiting from phishing lawsuits, that is a later story.

In the summer of this year, people in Barcelona's upper class became familiar with a name-Joy Fernandez.

Under the protection of strict laws, the duke's daughter has become the goddess of fortune this summer.

Because not only had she made a fortune in the paper clip business, but she was about to make a fortune in other people's paper clip business.Everyone was tsk-tsk praising her good luck, and at the same time, some subtle emotions were growing.

Daughter of the Duke of the South.outsiders.The patent was registered in Madrid, the southern capital where the Catalans were not always convinced.Oh, southerners!

However, only a few people know that this young lady has become a complete pauper recently and is desperately trying to make ends meet.

Because Joey has long preferred Antonio to be the engineer for his house renovation, and he is still busy with the construction of the roof of the earl's house, so the paint-splashed house has not yet been repaired, and Joey still lives next to Antonio's studio.

Also, she ignores Alfonso's protests and rents him a house on another street - she can't help but see Alfonso's blood pressure rising now, and feels it would be in her interest to see less until the tea stock is cleared physical and mental health.

After all, she found herself losing hair like crazy again.

"Ada, I don't drink tea at night. I drink milk instead." Joey said to Ada with two dark circles under his eyes.

There's no need to drink caffeine down her stomach, just hearing the word "tea" is enough to make her lose sleep.

"No problem!" Ada said happily, "Midsummer is just around the corner, and milk is the cheapest season of the year. This can save a lot of money! You are really smart."

Joey: "..." It seems that even the servants can't hide her poverty.

There is a lot of pressure to launch products as soon as they hit the shelves.She ran between contacting merchants and workshops for distributing tea bags, and even brought Joseph to sell tea bags together.

The variety of tea is specially selected by her, with the best taste and moderate price.According to her experience in her previous life, tea bags are mainly used for comfortable tea drinking during travel, and restaurants can also use this to save the workload of manual tea making.It's a pity that the effect is not very good, and there are very few merchants who order it.

When she returned to the apartment in the evening, she took advantage of her rare free time to go to Antonio's studio next door.

She's been going there now and then, in the name of caring about life, but in fact it's more like a spiritual Party A supervisor, lest some guy who doesn't take his career seriously drag the time to add pillars past the deadline given by the city hall .

Antonio has been at home for several days.

When Joey came to the studio, Ziyawu was sniffing around on the messy workbench, very curious.

It has only been living in Joey's new apartment for a few days, and soon it has figured out the studio where the owner often comes. It has shown great interest in this small world where holes can be drilled everywhere, and often comes to visit by itself.

Joey stretched out his hand and scratched Ziyawu's chin, listening to it "grunt" a few times.

"Aren't you designing a column? Why do you still want to study conch?" Looking at the piles of various conch shells and messy branches on the circular workbench, she was full of question marks.Is this a new type of fishing method?Touch the conch?

"If it's a simple straight column, it's a failure. It doesn't match the roof at all."

"Huh." So?

"My current idea is to design the shape of a tree. The branches of the tree are hidden in the suspended space on the top of the cake. In this way, from a distance, it looks like the top of the cake of the candy house, and the supports are candles; and when you go to the balcony and look up at these columns The space formed by the roof and the eaves is like walking into a small forest.”

Ah, forest-like uprights.

Isn't that the philosophy behind the column design of the Sagrada Familia?

Joey remembered the moment when he walked into the Sagrada Familia and raised his head.

It was like seeing a miracle.

By accident, I was lucky enough to see the birth of this design in advance.

"It's pretty good. So what does it have to do with the conch?" Although he was very emotional, Joey's question was not answered at all.

Antonio stopped writing, frowning, and tapped on a branch with the tip of the pen, "I found that the shape of the branch branching out of the twigs is very similar to the shape of the branch relative to the trunk. It's like a reduced version of the cycle. I went for a walk by the sea yesterday, and suddenly saw the conch thread, and found that it also has the same characteristics. It seems to be a law that exists everywhere in nature. But this law... I haven't studied it clearly yet. "

Oh, fractal geometry.

A discipline that has not yet emerged in this era.

Joey picked up a charcoal pencil and pulled over a piece of paper: "Indeed, branches, conch, snowflakes, and even human body structures all have such laws—infinitely complex self-similar structures."

"Self-similarity!" Antonio's eyes lit up, "I understand. Iteration."

Joey silently put down his pen.OK, he got it again.

Anyway, she just read some relevant information out of interest, but she didn't know much about fractal geometry.Then, let's look at his own creation next.

"Joy, I found out that you know everything." The boy suddenly raised his head and looked at Joey inquiringly.

Joey's heart skipped a beat.Are you revealing too much?

Girls in this era basically learn piano, painting and crochet from tutors, and the goal of training is to become a virtuous and elegant wife and mother.

She became alert in her heart, what did he want to ask?

"Have you ever been to school?—the teachers at your school must be very good," marveled Antonio.

ah.Joey wanted to laugh a little, it was really powerful.

After all, we have Maxwell, Schrödinger, Planck and other big names among our teachers.and you.

"Miss! Miss!" Ada's panicked voice suddenly came from outside.

Joey panicked subconsciously when he heard her scream now.She has tried many times to tell Ada not to panic, and she can hear her talking normally, but the maid always finds it difficult to get rid of this habit.

Even Ziyawu raised his head and "meowed" towards the door in dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong?" she asked, raising her voice.

"Midsummer Night Ball at Earl's Court! You are late!"

Joey: "...Ada, although it is not a virtue to be late, it is really not worth making a fuss about."

She asked Antonio: "Are you really not going? The Count invited you too."

"I don't want to go. I have some inspiration for the style of the column, and I can't be interrupted."

Ah, so happy.You don't have to go if you don't want to.Joey suddenly felt that it was good to engage in technology-you can do whatever you want to socialize.

Unlike her, even if she has gone to too many social occasions recently and has committed social phobia, but in order to make a living, she still has to bite the bullet and go to the dance to find a buyer of tea bags.

"Okay, then you continue to be busy and don't bother you."

That lake-blue figure went out like a gust of wind.

The studio was once again enveloped in silence.

"Meow--"

Ziyawu dragged out his voice and let out a soft cry.

Antonio turned his head, and the man and the cat looked at each other for a moment.

Then, he tried to reach out, and scratched Ziyawu's chin recalling Joey's appearance.

The cat narrowed its eyes comfortably, and its two small ears shook back.Then, it climbed onto the boy's shoulder very naturally.

This will not work.Antonio thought for a while, reached out to a pile of stacked picture folders, and pulled out one of them accurately.

Opening the folder, what came into view was a portrait.Shimmering blue dress, long hair like ebony wood, and snow-white veil.

There were still a few sheets of paper underneath, but he didn't open them again.

The young man sat in the center of the circular workbench, looking at the portrait in a daze, and the right hand holding the charcoal pencil subconsciously began to spin the pen.The movement is very smooth, and you can tell that you are a veteran at a glance.

He thought of the unexpected visitor who had just visited.

The gloomy young boy sat unceremoniously on the only sofa in the room, looking up and down at him and his room.The look inexplicably made Antonio feel like a painting—and this too young connoisseur of famous paintings in front of him was checking whether he was a fake.

Although the two burly men behind the black-haired boy had a strong sense of oppression, Antonio was not afraid.

He doesn't think he has any enemies, nor is he a rich man with a lot of money that makes people jealous.

He just silently remembered that he had promised Joey that he would not let others come to his studio.

Well, it's better to hide it from her.

"Antonio Gaudí, is that so?" the boy asked coldly.

Antonio nodded. "Architect. Are you?"

"Joy is my sister. I'm Alonso." This is the alias that his sister specially asked him to use.

Oh, I see.Antonio thought lightly, that shouldn't be counted as "others".

Her brother?So that's... He smiled in his heart.

"I heard you are Joey's architect?"

"Yes." Although it hasn't started yet.And she wasn't going to give him money either.

"You still live in her house?"

Antonio began to feel that there seemed to be something strange about this conversation.

He thought for a while and smiled: "Why should I tell you?"

The little boy was obviously annoyed by his rhetorical question: "Why didn't you tell me? She is my sister!"

Antonio shrugged: "I have brothers and sisters too. But I never pay attention to who lives in their house."

The little boy was choked, looking very angry and having nowhere to explode.

He didn't speak, and Antonio continued to study the angles and proportions of the branches with a calm demeanor, just treating him as air.

After a while, the young man choked out a dark sentence: "Mr. Gaudi, I have a way to find out all your information—all your black history. So, don't play tricks with me. Don't think I don't know your thoughts."

Antonio kept writing, and his tone was even a little cheerful: "Tell me?"

The teenager was enraged.

He stood up abruptly, and put his hands in front of his circular workbench: "They are all men, do you need to express your thoughts!"

He leaned in front of Antonio, and said harshly: "I warn you, recognize your identity. Since you are an architect, build a house honestly. If you dare to do anything wrong to my sister I think it looks good with you!"

Antonio looked at the "man" who was not much taller than the worktable in front of him with some amusement, and kindly reminded: "Don't yell during the voice change period, or you will regret it when you grow up."

Francisco next door drank, smoked and sang all day long when he was adolescence, but later he became a hoarse voice.

Just when the young man was about to become angry, a bell rang in the distance.

Dangdang, a large group of white pigeons flew away.

The young man's face changed, "Forget it, I don't know as much as you. I have to go. We will meet again in the future. Remember my words!"

He went out in a hurry, and came back in a hurry, and said: "Also, don't tell my sister that I came to look for you!"

The strange teenager disappeared like a gust of wind.

Antonio leaned back in his chair, thinking the little boy was interesting.

It's hard to explain that feeling, but as an architect, he instinctively felt that if the body and soul were compared to a house and its residents, the house would not match the people living in it.

It's like a steel fortress with a gloomy and cold light outside, but inside lives a little prince who likes to sit on the roof in the middle of the night, hugging his pillow and watching the stars.

Joy and her brother are very interesting people.

As for "unreasonable thoughts"...?

He smacked the expression, stretched out his hand to draw a few random strokes a little amusingly, and a beautiful figure of a girl with her waist in her waist and full of momentum appeared on the paper.

Joey is certainly a very attractive girl.Beauty, courage, wisdom, insight, each item makes her stand out from the noble girls of this era.

Except that the intensity of staring at him and not letting him touch fish is stricter than that of the real customer, Count Guell, everything else is impeccable.

As for her secret?Everyone has a secret, which is their unique characteristic.Antonio never cared about things that had nothing to do with him and his designs.

So, it's a very pleasant party partner.Even if she is not prepared to pay for her own design.

——Fortunately, of course, part of the money can now be taken from the pocket of Mr. Dani who keeps his word.He can design a very expensive door.

The damp and cool wind of the evening blew the curtains, and a small wisteria flower swirled and landed on his desk, as if to say a final farewell.

The flowering period of wisteria is about to pass, and the petals of lavender are almost transparent.Antonio twirled the flower, looked at the delicate veins on its petals against the sun, and suddenly thought of another lilac flower.

Saffron.

A corner of the memory drifted out, he once fell in the crocus bushes, and the lavender petals fluttered and fell all over his body.

His fingertips curled up as if they were being scalded suddenly.

It seemed that the temperature of a girl remained.

Lavender petals were flying all over the sky in the retrospective memory, and a girl covered in bright sunshine fell into his arms, as if embracing the spring by the Mediterranean Sea.

……

On the other hand, Party A's father, Joey, who had just been praised by Party B in his heart, couldn't laugh at the lively dance.

She found that tea bags really couldn't be sold.

After she elegantly demonstrated the convenient and quick way to use tea bags for several guests gathered around her, everyone praised the place very much, "What a wonderful invention!" "It's amazing!"

But no one wants to buy it.

In the end, Joey had to ask directly with a shy face: "Don't you all want to have such a convenient tea bag? Take it with you when you go out and travel. You only need a cup, a little hot water, and a few minutes to get a cup of hot tea. Tea. If you have a catering industry under your name, you can also place such tea bags in restaurants and cafes, which can improve the efficiency of the kitchen.”

The desire to survive has expanded her comfort zone.At this moment, she feels like an offline micro-business version of the European upper class in the [-]th century.

A lady twitched and said, "I won't go out."

A gentleman looked embarrassed: "Well, actually, I don't like tea very much. My wife doesn't drink it either."

Another lady waved her fan doubtfully: "Although it is very convenient, I usually have a servant to make tea, and I don't know how to do it myself. Since I pay the servant, when I want to drink tea, Even if it's a little troublesome, isn't that what they should do?"

Mr. Martin, who owns several restaurants, gave a good reason: "Restaurants are places that focus on elegant enjoyment. Everyone is competing for delicious food and comfortable service. What's the use of making tea faster? The diners are willing to wait, and what I need is more fragrant brewed tea.——Besides, there are not many people drinking tea.”

"Miss Fernandez! So you are here!" An exaggerated female voice sounded, "I haven't had time to congratulate you yet."

Mrs. Demer's high bun was decorated with ostrich feathers dyed bright pink, and she looked like a sparkling pink ostrich when paired with a peach pink silk satin dress that puffed her breasts high.

"I heard that you are going to make a lot of money from Rodriguez's patent lawsuit. What a lucky girl!" Her voice was very penetrating, attracting many people to look at her.

Joey really didn't want to see her.

Attending the earl's ball for the first time, Baroness Demo provoked herself and shot herself in the foot instead.But after knowing that Joey is actually the daughter of the Duke, she seems to have completely forgotten that memory at that time miraculously. Every time Joey appeared at the ball, she would come to her and say a few words.

Mrs. Demer has always been very enthusiastic, but Joy just vaguely felt that she actually wished that she would make a wrong step and become the laughing stock of everyone.

For example, when Antonio's qualification as an architect was revoked, on the second night, she expressed her exaggerated regret in front of many people, letting everyone know that the man who made Mr. The arrogant young architect who talked after dinner was the student she recommended to the Earl.

Another example is this moment.

The ostrich feathers on Mrs. Demer's head flickered, "Sure enough, only those who are favored by the goddess of fortune dare to spend so much money and buy the whole city's tea at one go."

The effect is immediate.Immediately someone blurted out in surprise: "So Miss Fernandez bought all the tea in the city? I was still wondering which big shot it was."

"Miss Fernandez, are you going to set up a tea monopoly? Stock up all the tea and raise the price?"

As soon as this sharp question came out, the atmosphere immediately became a little delicate.

The current law does not yet have a clear characterization of monopoly, which is a gray area.Everyone knows that monopoly is not conducive to the overall healthy development of the market, but if you have the opportunity, you naturally hope to have the right to speak in the market.

However, for an outsider like Joey, moral taint was enough reason to be ostracized.

"No, of course I won't monopolize it." Joey said with a smile, "how can I have that ability? Besides, there are so many tea producing areas now, and ships come in and out of the port of Barcelona every day, bringing in boat after boat of fresh tea. Europe If any city is out of stock, Barcelona will be missing. Please rest assured."

"Then why do you buy so much tea? You can't just drink it yourself." A young man asked curiously.

"Oh! Were you selling tea bags to them just now? I heard that this is your new invention? - Did you buy all the tea in the city just to sell tea bags? It really is a big investment."

"But your tea bags don't seem to be selling well? Wouldn't it be a loss?" Someone kindly reminded.

"What do you know, people may have other ideas. After all, they are the ones who own the patent."

The well-dressed crowd whispered around, "But having a patent doesn't mean you can do business."

"Women, it's normal to do things without brains. It's enough to dress yourself up beautifully. Why bother to get involved in business."

"Don't say that, she is the Duke's daughter."

"What about the duke's daughter? Those messy southerners like these silly things the most. Who knows if the duke raised dozens of mistresses and gave birth to hundreds of children. When he saw the children, he even gave them names. I can’t even call her. She is the Duke’s daughter, not the Duchess. If she came to Barcelona alone, she might not be able to live at home, but she looks like she’s just squandering money. Oh, the tea of ​​the whole city! Wait until you lose all your money and go back to the country crying. Barcelona is not for naive fools."

"Hahaha yes. Besides, who doesn't know that the life of the old aristocrats is getting worse and worse. The more money we make in business, the less valuable their money is. The blue-blooded aristocrats in the south are still holding their One acre of land is spent on wine and wine, and we have already spread our business all over the world."

"Tsk, even if the Duke of Valencia comes here by himself, if he can't create wealth, it's nothing special. What's more, it's just the daughter of the duke? With such a big tone, tsk, those who don't know think it's a princess."

"Hahaha you said that. If she is a princess, how can she use her own business? Artists from all over Catalonia will flock to her and ask her to be their sponsor!"

"That's true, but now that the royal family has been overthrown, I'm afraid the princess is also poor, hahahahaha!"

"Well, everyone," Joey felt that his smile could no longer be held, and he scolded his stinky brother again in his heart, "it involves commercial secrets, so it is inconvenient for me to say more here."

Oh, I got it.Trade secrets.A magic word.The tacit secret of a Barcelona businessman.

"It's okay, Miss Fernandez," Mrs. Demore patted Joey's shoulder empathetically, "You're still young, and it's natural for you to be inexperienced. It doesn't matter if your investment fails. It's normal even if you go bankrupt. You don't have to I find it hard to explain.”

Joey had a moving smile on his face, and he really thanked her in his heart.

"It's just that buying tea leaves is a huge sum of money. I'm afraid you don't have enough money right now? I heard that Mr. Moreno seems to have found other buyers for Montjuic Mountain."

Mrs. Demo moved closer to Joey and lowered her voice: "I just heard that the buyer lowered the price too low. He is still hesitating and wants to find out if you still want to buy it. I'm afraid it won't work. ?”

She fanned her feather fan sympathetically, "But this is also a good thing. We have persuaded you a long time ago that this is a loss-making business. It can be seen from this that not having money is not necessarily a bad thing..."

Joey finally left the ball in a huff.

Encountering such setbacks, it is impossible to say that you are not irritable at all.

At first, she successfully applied for the patent of the tea bag and was very happy.The Barcelona City Hall quickly completed all the procedures this time.In fact, the procedures here are much simpler than those in Madrid, after all, it is a developed commercial city.

The key to changing the attitude of the city hall is the taxation of registered patents-in addition to the income tax deducted by the place of business, most of this money will flow to the management government of registered patents.

That is Madrid.

Seeing the huge tax revenues brought by the paper clips flowing to the southern capital, the eyes of the officials in the Barcelona City Hall were so red that they were about to bleed.

Therefore, the city hall treated her paper clip patent coldly at the beginning, but this time it efficiently completed the patent registration of the tea bag with a fee of only [-] pesetas.

The patent was successfully registered, but I did not expect to encounter Waterloo when it was actually put into the market.

And Montjuic.Joey sighed. The ancient Chinese said that misfortunes never come singly.

Before getting out of the carriage, she told Pascal: "Go and find out about the buyer with Mr. Moreno first. Don't be too active and let others see this opportunity to raise the price; and don't show any intentions. It's better to let him I think it is still possible for me to own Montjuïc, so I don’t have to rush and sell it to someone else.”

money.The key now is money.

Among the tea bag raw materials that have been prepared, cotton cloth and so on are okay, and I don't have much stockpile, even if I lose a little, I can bear it.But this large amount of tea must not rot in his own hands.

How can it be sold?

She got out of the carriage with a lot of thoughts and concentrated on walking to the apartment.

The evening wind blows.All of a sudden, the wisterias on the balcony of the apartment, which were about to bloom, flew away from the branches one after another, like a rain of flowers.

Joey couldn't help but stop and looked up.

The night sky was so heavy that the petals flying in the sky could not be seen.

But at this moment, the rain of wisteria and dill blossoms formed a faint band of light, as if the night was instantly on fire, igniting a brilliant river of stars as gorgeous as the aurora, and each star was a warm orange-yellow.

It is a kerosene lamp that lights up the Milky Way. The gentle fire light flickers and flickers, reflecting the slender figure holding the lamp.

The boy's chestnut brown hair was sprinkled with golden red by the firelight.He held a lamp in one hand and hugged a black cat in the other. The four eyes of one person and one cat were shining with stars: "Miss Fernandez, do you want to go out for a stroll?"

……

Barcelona has an ivory coast that is as splendid as gold. At this time, Midsummer is approaching, and the cafes and bars by the sea are crowded with people. The lights and bonfires almost illuminate the sky, and the warm noise spreads far away.

A huge poster is posted at the entrance of the cafe: "June 6 Midsummer Night, Fireworks will meet you for a romantic night!"

With the refreshing sea breeze blowing in, Joey and Antonio struggled to separate from the cheerful crowd, and sat at a small carved glass round table in the far corner.

"Ah, it's finally clean." Joey sighed.Sitting in one's own seat and bumping into the elbows of people at the next table from time to time is a burden that society cannot bear.

"I like corners too." Antonio smiled. "How about some tea? Or some cocktails?"

Joy has been having a headache lately just thinking about tea. "Just have a sangria."

She doesn't like the smell of alcohol, but she really wants to numb her nerves with alcohol.This kind of Spanish fruit wine, which is bright red like blood and sweet with fruit, is more suitable for her.

"A glass of Catalonia." Antonio ordered a brandy.

"Wow!" A brilliant light burst out suddenly on the beach in the distance, colorful fireworks exploded, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

"It's so lively. Midsummer's Eve is only a week away. You might not know it, but it's a Catalan carnival."

"Oh, I know." Joey couldn't help laughing when he thought of an anecdote.She remembered that not long before she traveled to the nineteenth century, she saw a piece of news related to Midsummer Night.

It seems that La Liga scheduled a Barcelona game on Midsummer Eve, and Barcelona were very unhappy because it was their night of carnival and partying.

When she saw this news, she complained to her friends that such boring news would be reported in China.I didn't expect this to happen.

Midsummer's Eve, Midsummer's Eve, is Barcelona's biggest annual carnival.

With the guarantee of summer sunshine in Barcelona, ​​logs have been piled up on the beach to prepare for the bonfire that night, and the bar has served the festival-exclusive sparkling cava in advance. Bubbles surged like sea waves amidst the crisp crashing sound, and then they were poured down heartily by the young man who slapped the table and laughed heartily.

Both drinks were served, and Joey's sangria glistened like rubies in the flickering fireworks.

"So, the problem now is that the tea can't be sold?" Antonio asked.Very academic tone, like asking if the strength of a certain beam is not enough, which makes the design impossible to realize.

"Well. It seems that people in Barcelona don't drink tea very much." Joey said distressedly.

Those who do business are afraid that the market does not actually need this product.

It was only then that she had to admit that she was in the wrong direction at the beginning of her research on tea bags—with the development of the ocean shipping industry, tea had just left the category of luxury consumer goods in Europe at this time.

It will take some time for the market to respond. Although the price of tea has dropped, it is still far from being popularized.

The current national beverage is coffee.

"Did you know? There is a Chinese proverb that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Joey sighed.A product that is launched in a hurry without doing market research and competitive product analysis has a high probability of overturning. After all, she is not a real goddess of luck.

Antonio raised his eyebrows: "Very vivid."

"There will be a market for tea bags someday, but I'm afraid not now." Joy muttered while stirring the coffee with a small silver spoon.

"I tried to use blotting paper as a filter before, but I didn't use it because it was not strong enough and the tea leaves would break during transportation. However, I found that the filter paper can be used to filter coffee, which is better than the flannel that is commonly used now. I use it a lot. I can apply for a patent for this, I believe it will sell much better than tea bags.”

But there is no rush, the important thing is how to quickly destock the tea and realize it quickly.She needs money to buy Montjuic.

"How can the people here quickly accept tea?" Joey buried his face in his hands and rubbed them in despair.

Antonio sat across from her, watching her action, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind—her face looked soft, and it should feel good when rubbed.It's like a buttery bun just baked.

No, now is not the time to think about that.

He thought for a while, "Actually, I have always felt that there should be some wonderful enjoyments that are common to all people. Just like the ancient civilizations in the East are very different from us, but they all praise the sun in unison, and anyone standing on the side of ancient Greece In front of the temple, one can feel the sense of solemnity and heaviness spontaneously."

He said, thinking: "So I try to use natural elements in the design. This is a note that can directly resonate with the soul of all people-everyone will be bathed in sunshine and rain, and will breathe rain The moist air in the back grass will also be touched by the rainbow crossed over the sea level."

"In addition, you can also use fusion methods. Every civilization contains amazing treasures. I found that the Nordic color style combined with Persian decorative painting patterns can create a particularly gorgeous effect, even if it is not the two cultural backgrounds people feel its beauty from the soul."

"Well, that makes sense. But isn't that a bit too elegant? The problem I have is people's appetites."

Antonio came back to his senses, only to find that Joey tilted his head to look at him, and there was a hint of amused and helpless expression in his eyes reflecting the lights.

Cough... off topic.Old problem.He quickly pulled back.

"Maybe it's the same with food? You seem to have been to many places and have a better understanding of the cultures of various countries than I do. Have you ever seen any beverages that can make people obsessed quickly across regions? For example, wine?"

"—Okay, I admit, this may not be helpful. After all, adding wine to tea should not be a good choice." Antonio waved his hand with self-knowledge, "but this is an idea. Some characteristics can be extracted from it, such as It can make people feel happy, for example, people can’t stop drinking, and want to drink after drinking.”

Joey seemed to have suddenly caught some inspiration from Antonio's words.

Indeed, although she has been active in the city of Barcelona since transmigrating, she has been to many countries and cities during her exchange studies in her previous life.

A drink that's fast becoming popular in different cities and even countries -- and it's non-alcoholic?Seriously, she seems to have seen...

Joey sat up straight at once.

She remembered.

She just remembered!

……

"I need a freezer." Well, ice cream is out in this day and age, and industrial refrigeration isn't a problem.

"Container. Well, standard-sized hard paper cups are fine, and glass bottles can also be used. Are the straws only made of paper? Then I will order bold styles."

"And milk and sugar." By God's grace, milk prices are at their lowest point of the year.If you use milk powder, it will be cheaper.

Sucrose has long been popularized, and ordinary people will always have this kind of sweetener that makes the human brain produce happiness by itself.

"It's better to have tapioca starch." Cassava is already a huge import crop.The textile industry in Barcelona uses a large amount of industrial tapioca starch, and various cafes and confectionary stores also store tapioca starch for a long time.