writing coffee

"Sister, what does the person you like look like?"

"Okay, or what kind?"

"How about this, sister, can you choose one? Gentle? Cute? Well-behaved? Tsundere?..."

Less than ten days after the last "tear run", the three little sparrows came back chirping, and they were obviously regrouped and prepared.

I tried to use these adjectives on Yan Qian, and I almost had a cold war, so I had no choice but to stop them from poisoning my imagination, "She looks like a goddess, she is... the type of Royal Sister and Empress, Then...reasonable, powerful, and affectionate...um!"

I feel that my description is very straightforward and superficial, and I try my best to cater to their thinking mode, so I deserve their full praise.

As a result, they looked at me sadly with cheated expressions on their faces, "Sister! You are a gong! Are you describing yourself!"

"Oh," I realized with a smile, "Yes."

I suddenly remembered that some classmates commented on me when I was in school: When I was joking, I was telling the truth, but when I was serious, I felt like I was joking.I don't know how I cultivated this skill, so I blame me~

"Sister~" Some people started acting like a baby, but they gave up halfway through it, because I have long been used to being completely unmoved by them, and replaced them with helpless madness on the side, "Ahhh! Want to know!"

In the end, Wanzitou was quick to think, "Does my sister have a picture? Can I just take a look at the picture? Just one look!" The remaining two immediately turned to look at me eagerly.

This request is not too much for me.I never take selfies, and I don't like to take pictures of people. Even when taking landscape photos, if someone inevitably enters the frame, I would rather give up that scenery—unless the person is part of the scenery itself.So there are very few photos in my mobile phone album, only dozens of landscapes or still lifes, which are not worth seeing at all.

In order to appreciate their disappointed expressions, I calmly opened the photo album and handed out the mobile phone under Liu Dao's suspicious eyes. I watched them take it as if they were picking up a dick, holding it carefully.

I spent all my time waiting for them to turn over one by one, the way the three heads with different styles came together and muttered together was so much fun.I wonder how long such a naive friendship can last?I seem to have become their common hobby...

"Ahh-!"

Just when I reckoned that they were almost done flipping, they suddenly screamed, which startled me.what's the situation?

The head of the ball is holding my mobile phone, and the ponytail and Qi Liuhai are holding her hand, so excited that I can't control it, "Ah——Is there any more? Is there any more? Only one?"

what?Why haven't any guests come in yet, these dogs are so noisy...

After being excited for a while, seeing that I ignored them, I finally calmed down, and Wanzi made a grimace, "It turns out that my sister likes this type, so cute~"

ha?I'm confused, what type?

"Yeah, it looks so good, it matches my sister very well!" Ponytail nodded in agreement!

What the hell?I reached out to take back my phone to see what they were talking about, but Wanzitou quickly dodged it, "Wait a minute, sister! Take another look! Is this Totoro a gift from you?"

My Neighbor Totoro?Suddenly a flash of inspiration, Totoro!oh!No way...it's Qianli's photo...I forgot to take a photo that night, and now there's a big misunderstanding.

"Hey, you guys..."

"Birthday gift or Valentine's Day gift?" Qi Liuhai said with a smile.

How could I tell them that this was a gift from someone else?I had no choice but to pretend to be unfathomable and smile without saying a word.

They began to look obsessed and intoxicated. "Wow~ so much love! Can I ask this little sister's name? How long have you been together, sister?"

I just can't laugh or cry. "I said, are you overdoing it? Just a photo..."

"Just because there is only one photo, sister!" Maruko held up the phone in front of me, "Hey, the only 'portrait of a person' among the 37 photos is so special and obvious! Besides, we said we want to take a look if you like it. You are the one who gave us the phone yourself!"

Seems to make sense?It seems that gossip can help improve intelligence?However, logic does not necessarily correspond to the facts. I think it's time for them to understand the cruelty of this world——

"Or...sister," Wanzitou suddenly came over, and said mysteriously, "You just like her, but she doesn't like you? Does she know that she is the only one in your phone?" In the end, she asked herself Thought he squeezed his eyes handsomely, "Do you need an assist?"

I really... I am convinced of this idea. After all, I am someone who has read novels, and the plot is reasonable. Unfortunately, the characters are a little bit broken.

So I told her with infinite sympathy, "As far as the little theoretical knowledge you have accumulated from reading novels, it is not enough to guide any practice, okay?"

"We have three people, three cobblers, better than one Zhuge Liang!" Ponytail couldn't accept that their strength was questioned by me, and argued.

I didn't take it seriously, "Does Zhuge Liang himself know about this?"

"I don't know..." The two of them leaned forward and back with a sudden laugh.

Isn't this an old stalk from thousands of years ago? Do you want to laugh like this?Or is it that the age gap between us has reached the point where we have crossed the "outdated" and returned directly to the "retro"?

In contrast, Qi Liuhai was much calmer. She wasn't listening to us at all, but looked out the door absent-mindedly—this reaction was really strange.

"What are you looking at?" Wanzi stretched out a finger and poked her shoulder.

She finally turned her head, but she glanced at me inexplicably, then pointed to the mobile phone in Wanzitou's hand, then pointed to the direction she was looking at outside the door, and said uncertainly: "I'm not mistaken, am I?" ?”

I looked in the direction she pointed, and was stunned for a moment. I really felt that life is like a book, and there are no coincidences. Qianli was standing under a kapok tree on the opposite street, looking intently at the sparsely passing vehicles. There is a gap, quickly cross the road, and go straight to "writing coffee".She wore a loose ethnic embroidered denim dress in light blue, sleeveless, with tassels at the knees that swayed with her steps.She has long hair just past her shoulders loose, a thin braid on her right temple, and a colorful, transparent butterfly pinned to the end, flapping its wings lightly on her shoulder...

Then the three little sparrows let out the loudest cheers I've ever known them.

To be honest, I have a bit of a headache.Not everyone is free from such misunderstandings.But I only had time to warn them, and Qianli had already opened the door.

I should be thankful that I usually pampered them and at the same time established some majesty. When Qianli walked in, Wanzitou finally returned the phone to me, and finally changed his painting style, and said very understandingly: "Sister You have a guest, let's go read a book~"

Then the three of them really went to read a book together—if it wasn’t for the superfluous wave and greeting to Qianli before turning around, so that Qianli could not hide her surprise even though she responded politely, everything would have been perfect...

"Your fan girl?" She walked to the bar, leaned inside, and asked with her eyes open.

If anyone else asks this question, I will definitely answer, isn't my fan girl you?But when the words came to my lips, it was replaced by: "Sorry, the ice drops are sold out!"

"Isn't it? Don't you have the slightest premonition that I will come here today?"

"Not at all. Tell me before the agreed plan comes?"

"No plan, just passing by." She suddenly bent her mouth and smiled slightly.Such a light smile actually blew into his eyes, and even the surrounding air softened.

But it didn't impress me: "Oh, poor student dog in cram school, do you have time for a cup of coffee?"

"Did I take time out of my busy schedule to come here just to have a look at you?"

"Who knows, maybe you are also my fan girl?"

As soon as I finished speaking, this person who was even more shameless than me immediately bent down and lay down on my bar counter, with his hands propping his chin like a flower, he squeezed out a seemingly innocent and lovely smile, and let out a sweet cry, "Sister Murong~"

I got goosebumps all over my body.

The reaction obviously pleased her. "Haha...haha...my Yirgacheffe, hurry up!"

It's Yirgacheffe again... This guy doesn't intend to drink Yirgacheffe until he grows old, does he?

"Aren't you going to try other beans?"

"No."

Do you want to be so decisive?

"why?"

"Because," she obviously hasn't stepped out of the role of "fan girl", she blinked her eyes and said shyly, "it's the first cup of coffee you recommended to me and made for me."

Even though her acting is contrived and exaggerated at the same time, her eyes are so big and so clear that I can still capture a little bit of careful sincerity in them.What she meant was that it was because of me.

I think I should let her know, "Oh, I recommend Yirgacheffe to every customer who comes here for the first time to drink a single product."

She opened her eyes a little bit, blinked again, "I know," then tilted her head, "To you, it's just a coffee bean, but to me, it's the first coffee I drink. A cup of single product! People like to worry about some 'first time'~”

This explanation is not far-fetched at all. It turns out that the cup of coffee is to blame.

I suddenly wanted to make things difficult for her, "Then, do you know that the Yirgacheffe you drink is not the same every time?"

"You don't mean to say that every cup of coffee is unique in the world, Murong? How old-fashioned!" She twisted her little face hard, expressing a very disgusted expression.

"Don't use your single-celled thinking to speculate on the depth of my thoughts, please, little friend Qianli ~ Yirgacheffe is just the name of a coffee production area, and there are different micro-production areas under this production area, with different coffees Processing plants, there are different processing methods for green beans, and the same processing method in the same production area will have different grades..."

Sure enough, she was taken aback by what I said, and she started to be taken aback for a while. I hooked the corners of my mouth and continued my efforts: "You usually drink the water-washed Yega G2 on the menu, and sometimes G1, but I said please When you drank coffee, I bought another 90+ Romeki, you said it was a bit sweet, remember?"

"Ah, I thought it was just the atmosphere and mood at the time—"

"I didn't say no."

"..." She glared at me angrily, but there was a lot of sadness in her eyes.

I laughed out loud, stretched out two fingers to pinch her cheeks, and teased her mercilessly: "So, your 'first time' has no commemorative value for a long time, Xiaoqianli~"

Then, on my own initiative, I "forcibly" made her a glass of Sidamo's sun-dried "Oiran".

The name "Oiran" sounds quite vulgar at first glance, but after a little scrutiny, it feels unique.

In retrospect, the Yirgacheffe production area, famous for its floral fragrance, was originally just a small town under the Ethiopian Sidamo production area, but later became a separate production area because of its outstanding flavor.Therefore, the coffee beans of Sidamo and the beans of Yirgacheffe have many similarities in flavor, but the differences are only subtle.

The most romantic description I've ever heard of Washed Yarga is "Coffee enters, flowers bloom!".At the same time, some people say that "only those who have drunk the top sun-dried Yega will believe that coffee is a kind of fruit", because during the sun-dried process, the pulp wraps the seeds in its arms and pours out all her tenderness.

As such a coffee bean that retains a distinct floral fragrance and has a unique fruit flavor, it has won the championship of the "Ethiopian Coffee Competition" for two consecutive years. Couldn't be more apt.

Here, she also owns a set of exclusive cups: a set of appliqued European-style ceramic cups, which look like half-open flower buds standing on a fully bloomed petal-like saucer, with delicate rose patterns blooming gorgeously on it.Hope to live up to the reputation of "oiran".

"Feel it," I put the cup in front of her, "the cup has the flavor of rose and strawberry pulp, the taste is very rich, and the aftertaste of black tea..."

She curled her lips, tasted it reluctantly, and then commented reluctantly: "It's not bad..."

Haha, the awkward look is so cute.I decided that I would never give her Yirgacheffe again.

By the time I cleaned up the pourer and went to visit her, she had already finished her coffee.

I was a little surprised, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"Well, I told you I was passing by..."

Ok.

"Don't be too sad," she said with a smile, "I won't be busy when the summer vacation is over!"

Hehe~ "Try to see if I can remember you next time you come over."

She turned a deaf ear, "Don't miss me too much! Bye~" Then she turned and left.

It's getting smaller and smaller...

However, when she was about to reach the door, she stopped suddenly, waved her hand sideways to the bookcase, and said again: "Bye bye~"

It just occurred to me that there were three probing guys in the corner, as if they were waiting for this moment, they answered obediently in unison: "Bye, sister~"

I suddenly felt a sense of depression of being woken up by the alarm clock, and realized that this afternoon could not stop.