writing coffee

Yan Qian planned to stay for about half a month, but in fact, the opportunity for us to meet is very rare.

Today is the second meeting, and it has been six days since the first day. Yan Qian came over to my house for lunch. She knew that I had a rest on Monday.

Now, she is sitting at my dining table waiting eagerly for me to bring out the freshly steamed fish and place it in the middle of the table. ——Of course, "eyes" is a filter I added myself.Then, the cause and effect of "cengfan" is actually that Yanqian knocked on the door suddenly and said that she wanted to invite me to dinner, thanking me for my thorough preparation, so that she slept well for a whole week and had a "carefree life".I said that I just came back from buying vegetables and was preparing to cook, and that the fish I bought would not be fresh until tomorrow, why not eat it at home, and she happily agreed.

"Does Xiaojin know that you put this chinchilla in the study?"

The study room is semi-open, separated from the living room only by a pane of glass. Yan Qian's sitting position is facing the chinchilla.

I followed her gaze and glanced back at the chinchilla squatting—because it has no feet, I will treat it as a squatting—next to the cushion, "It's still very comfortable to hug, but don't tell him, I I’m afraid that my whole room will be full of these in the future..." I spread my hands, "Fortunately, you stopped it for me, otherwise I might have three little chinchillas in my house. Thank you so much, I will have lunch in the next few days You can eat whatever you want~"

"Then I'm not going to be polite, but," she picked up the chopsticks, poked them lightly in the sauce dish twice to straighten them up, "if you know that he has even prepared cat food, he must not just Repay me that lunch is so simple, at least three meals a day."

She may not know that there is an old saying in China called "send the sheep to the tiger's mouth".

"No problem, do you want to choose the dishes for tonight?" I have already started thinking about what to eat tonight, and at the same time, I don't really plan to ask her for advice, after all, she may not know what dishes are available .

"That's not necessary." She glanced at the simple two dishes and one soup on the table, and teased me completely out of my expectation, "You may not be able to do what I said."

Where does she have the confidence to question me in the field of Chinese food culture? "What do you think?"

She looked at me and smiled very lightly, "Murong, my grandparents are Chinese through and through. They only settled in Germany when my father was Xiao Jin's age."

I sadly found that in her eyes at this moment, I should be about the same age as Yan Jin.However, in the next second, I realized that this is not a bad thing.

"When I was young, my grandpa's greatest joy was to help my grandma collect all kinds of Chinese ingredients, and then my grandma made them into various Chinese dishes. I have even eaten "Buddha jumping over the wall" !” She curled her mouth deeply, lowered her head slightly and blinked her eyes very softly, as if nostalgic, “But I only found out later that the old man cut corners…”

It seems that the women who marry into the Yan family are all blue-hearted. I don't know what the women who grew up in the Yan family look like after they get married?

"That's 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'. It's already amazing to be able to make it, and it's in a foreign country. It's hard not to cut corners, right?"

"Well, yes." She nodded her head too earnestly to remind me of her right to speak in this regard.

I resignedly suggested, "Why don't you order takeaway at night?"

She smiled and said nothing, and started to "stir-fry cauliflower" with her chopsticks to the side. I managed to stop her when her chopsticks were still a few tenths of a millimeter away from the cauliflower, "Why don't we order takeaway now?"

This time, she laughed unreservedly, gently patted my hand away from her chopsticks, and put a piece into the bowl, "It's not that I haven't eaten your dishes, but I want to hear your cooking!" Would you like to praise your cooking skills?"

I resisted the urge to touch the patted skin on the back of my hand, and said casually, "Then let me praise you~"

She chewed the food in her mouth carefully, swallowed it, and then looked at me, still smiling with the corners of her mouth hooked, and said, "It's delicious."

I wanted to cover my face, grinned, and exaggerate my shyness, but in the end I just expressed my affirmation of her without changing my face, "Have taste."

So next, Yan Qian was very active in proving my cooking skills and her taste.A plate of "Stir-Fried Cauliflower", a "Steamed Sea Bass", and a pot of "Huaishan Lotus Root Pork Rib Soup", the two of us ate only the bones - I swear I ate less than half of it.Of course, it might also be because Yan Qian didn't eat breakfast, but I can ignore this reason.

It's a pity that she didn't really intend to stay for dinner, she even left within half an hour after dinner, went to Linshi, and said she would not be back until two days later.

Ha ha, about half a month, it seems to be left.

Up to now, I'm almost certain that there is a person beside Yan Qian who changed her.Because liking someone doesn't necessarily mean changing yourself, but if a person changes himself, it must be because of the person he likes.

She has someone she likes...well.

So, what should I do with the remaining half day?

Go to that mask show?Today is Monday, it seems that my rest time needs to be adjusted.I don't know if the exhibition is over yet?

While looking for the mobile phone that I don’t know where I threw it, I thought, what day should I change it to? Tuesday is fine, so that I can continue to empty tomorrow...

I finally found it by the window sill in the study room. There are more than a dozen unread WeChat messages, two video call invitations, and no missed calls. It doesn't seem to be an important matter, so ignore it.

But to enter the official account, you have to go through the homepage, so I saw the names of "Xiaoqianli" and "Uncle Xiao" appear at the top of the homepage.

The two of them both sent me pictures in the last message in a tacit understanding. A very absurd guess flashed in my mind. Xiao Churan and the two went to see the leaves and soak in the hot spring. Wouldn't they really bring Qianli with them? right? !

I don’t need to look at Xiao Churan’s news to know what it is, because he has been “harassing” me on WeChat for three days, sending a landscape photo, or a small video, or a photo of him and Maizi loving each other from time to time... I I feel that the friendship with him is short of "blocking" this step.

As for whether I can get to that point, it now depends on the picture Qianli sent me... I entered Qianli's chat window with a complicated mood:

Little Qianli: Murong Murong "Blowing Kiss"

Xiaoqianli: I have followed your instructions and prepared all the flushing equipment!

Xiaoqianli: Ask Mr. Murong to look at "shy" ×3

Then there is a photo of hand-painted utensils... It seems that my fate with Xiao Churan is not over.

I clicked on the big picture and took a look. I must admit that people who have been seriously influenced by the artistic atmosphere have extraordinary tastes.It can be seen that those utensils were not originally a set-of course not because I have a good eye, I just saw a lot-but they were carefully matched by someone, which is particularly pleasing to the eye and the eye.Especially the pink thin-mouth pourover pot with a log handle, which is quite beautiful, and it fits her temperament quite well, so I don't think about her original intention of choosing this pourover pot.

However, I have no intention of replying to her now.Exit the window, enter the subscription account, find the official account recommended by the exhibition, open it, and tomorrow is the last day? !Could it be such a coincidence... It seems that there is no need to delay the matter of resting on Tuesday.

I pulled myself together, went back to my room, changed my clothes and went out.

When I walked to the door of "Writing Coffee", there happened to be a young man leaning against the glass door and reading the business hours notice on the small blackboard.He is slender, wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans and a short-sleeved white T-shirt in this weather, and has short black hair slightly curly.After reading the notice, he let out a low groan in annoyance, switched the travel backpack he held in his right hand to his left, took out his mobile phone from his right trouser pocket and looked at it, as if confirming that today is Monday, he let out another "ow". , and then took a step back and looked around, and when I turned to the right, I happened to meet my sight.

"Ah, are you here for coffee too?" He pointed to the small blackboard friendly and said helplessly, "It's closed today."

I saw his full face, a typical sunny boy with a little tan.

I smiled and pointed to his backpack with my eyes, "You came all the way here? Traveling?"

"Yeah, I'm here on the last day today. I heard that this coffee shop is very good. I came here to have a look, but I forgot to check the opening hours..." He just scratched his hair dumbfounded, but I seemed to see his heart Covering his face and weeping.

I walked over and asked casually while taking out the key to unlock the lock, "Do you want to drink coffee or read a book?" But I didn't hear the answer, turned around and looked over, he was trying to interpret the connotation of being stunned, and he couldn't say a word when he looked at me talk.

So I pushed open the door, walked in first, and pretended to say, "Welcome!"

As if waking up from a dream, he stepped in with a big stride, stuttering with excitement, "Ah, you, you are the store manager?! So aren't you going to rest today?"

"I'm resting, so I ask you whether to drink coffee or read a book. If you read a book, maybe..." I spread my hands and said with a smile, "But since you have come from a long way, if you don't mind, I can buy you a cup of coffee as a gift for this city. The city bids you farewell, welcome to come again next time~”

He looked very pleasantly surprised, "Wow! Really? This is too lucky! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," I closed the door, kept the "resting" state, turned on half of the lights, "sit whatever you want, wait a minute~"

"Okay!" He was a little embarrassed, and added, "I'm causing you trouble!"

"No trouble," I said, handing him the menu. "Any beans you want? Take a look."

He waved his hand and didn't pick it up. He said honestly, "Choose one for me. I usually drink American style, so I don't know much about it. They said don't pretend to be ignorant in front of the store manager haha!"

So I like the honest child the most, which is similar to Qianli... So I chose someone’s favorite "Yirgacheffe", the sun-dried G1 of the Aricha processing plant, with a clean and balanced taste, with a touch of fermented wine Xiang, served him alone in a ceramic low cup with a pure black appearance but with diamond edges.

"Thank you!" He took it respectfully, "It smells so good!" Then he couldn't wait to take a sip, "Well, it's not bitter at all?!"

I have always felt that this is the highest evaluation of coffee and baristas that people who have just tasted a single product can make.

He was very sensible and didn't stay for a long time, but before he left, he bought two copies of each souvenir in the store and picked out several postcards, but he didn't write and send them right away, saying that he had to think carefully about his words, and then He bowed and bowed to me with a thousand thanks and left. He was really... energetic.

"Hey, wait!" I suddenly remembered the fundamental reason why I ran into him when I came back from the rest day, and I took two steps and called out to his back.

"Huh?" He turned around and walked back, "What's the matter?"

"Uh," I pointed to the business hours notice on the door, a little embarrassed, "Actually, I came back today to change the business hours here and change it to rest on Tuesdays. If you have a chance to come again in the future, remember not to be on Tuesdays... ..."

The expression on his face clearly shows that he can't laugh or cry because of being teased by fate, "Haha, it's really an 'unforgettable writing coffee trip'! There will be a store manager in the future!"

I was amused by his sense of humor.

Changed the time, re-locked the door, looked at the small notice quietly hanging on the glass door, couldn't help laughing, how many major decisions and changes in life were due to such small accidents, or even sudden changes. What about whimsy?

I suddenly felt in the mood to reply to Qianli.

Me: Hand pour pot is good

She didn't expect her to reply in seconds.

Little Qianli: Ah, Murong Murong!

Xiaoqianli: "Give you a big hug"

... I don't want to talk to her anymore.

Little Qianli: Murong!Tell you a horror story!Did you go to the mask exhibition?

I do not

I:?

I thought, it can't be some boring supernatural event, right?

Xiaoqianli: Tomorrow is the last day of the exhibition!I haven't watched it either!

I:……

Xiaoqianli: Murong ~ Let's go see together tomorrow morning, okay?

Xiaoqianli: "Shy", "Looking forward", "Poor"

I locked the screen, held the phone in my hand, and walked slowly for a while.

When I came to an intersection, the green light just turned red.There are many cars, but few people waiting at the red light.

I picked up the phone, unlocked it, and replied with two words: OK.

The author has something to say:

In the comments, some students asked about the update time, and the author felt that his conscience was condemned. He said before that he would try to update every two days, but he has not done it for a long time... Only one thing is certain, and he will never cheat.

In addition, the author is already urging himself, thank you for your perseverance "Hide your face and cry"

Sunshine boy style, thank you and bow!