writing coffee

On the weekend, as soon as the temperature dropped by about ten degrees, the cold wind rolled a few rare leaves and flew in the air less than ten centimeters from the ground.Southern winter begins its show.

Just after 11:30, I put the sweater hat on my head and walked slowly to the "writing coffee".Usually I arrive at [-]:[-], tidy up slowly, and the business opens at [-]:[-]. When I woke up this morning, it was too cold, and I spent another half an hour under the covers.

As soon as I turned into Kapok Road, I saw a figure dangling at the door of the store not far away. A scarf wrapped a face tightly, but it didn't prevent me from recognizing him.

Is this guy stupid? !

For a moment I was angry, but soon convinced myself, maybe she just arrived too?So I continued to walk forward unhurriedly, thinking to myself, forget about freezing her to death.

Before halfway through, Jane Mummy Qianli just looked in this direction, her big eyes exposed outside the scarf suddenly lit up, reflecting the snow-like beauty of the north in the gray and cold weather in the south. bright.

"Murong!" She quickly pulled down the scarf on her mouth and shouted vigorously, and then rushed towards me in a "reunion after a long time" gesture.

I stopped and looked at her like an idiot, hoping that the disgust in my eyes would stop her, but it didn't work.She sprinted the entire distance, almost jumping right in front of me with the last step, and was just short of giving me a bear hug—of course she didn't dare yet.

"Finally, you have shown up!"

I squinted at her, walked around her and continued, "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived," she followed, "I was thinking about calling you or going to your house and knocking on the door when you came!"

"Can't you come back after twelve o'clock?"

"cannot!"

Do you want to be so decisive... "Why?"

"Because," she turned to look at me, and suddenly sighed, like a little old woman, "Oh, you don't understand, so I won't tell you."

I was amused by her, I sneered and didn't answer.

Of course I understand, I just didn't react just now.

When I finally reached the door of the store, I looked at the paper bag hanging on the doorknob and guessed: "Lunch?"

"Of course not!" Qianli stepped forward and took the bag away, squinting her eyes and smirking at me for two seconds.

Mysterious, as if I really want to know, childish.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" When unlocking the lock, she leaned over and asked again, "Why are you wearing so little, Murong, are you cold?"

"Whispering~" The door opened, and I stepped inside and said, "Close the door." I ignored her, and I was about to open for business.

Today, there were no new books and no new beans, so the preparations were quickly completed. At twelve o'clock sharp, Qianli graciously hung up the "open" sign, but there were no customers waiting to come to the door.

I decided to make myself a cup of coffee first.

While I was boiling the water and weighing the beans, Qianli was pretending to be tinkering with the bag she brought over in front of me.I figured she must have brought that pink pourer to show off to me.

It's a pity that I really lack interest in that color, so I was completely unmoved. I turned around and went to the wall behind to pick out a glass. I picked out the set of one big and two small glasses. When I turned back, I saw the hand pour pot — But, is it white? !

I was a little surprised. I raised my eyes to look at Qianli, and I happened to meet a proud smiling face. The smile was so deep that there were dimples on both cheeks. Although I couldn't make a sound, my eyes clearly wrote Writer: I knew you would like it!Am I great?Yes or no!

Are you so proud?I laughed, then reached for the pot, and asked, "When will the white version come out?"

"Hmm..." She thought about it seriously, "It was the day before we went to the museum~"

I held it and twirled it in my hand. It can be said that I liked it very much, and I couldn't put it down.I didn't expect it to come out with a white color, it was tailor-made for me!

However, after turning around, I found a problem: the words "Barista Contest Commemorative Edition" and the logo on the original pot near the base were gone, replaced by "writing coffee".

No wonder I smiled like that... I lightly stroked the four smooth characters, and looked up at Qianli again.At this moment, she has restrained her proud look, and her smile is also shallow, so shallow to gentle.Only the hope in those eyes remained undiminished.

It's hard not to be impressed.

"You made it yourself?"

"Yeah." She nodded obediently twice.

"So, this is not a white version, but a unique handmade collection by designer Jane?"

"Haha," nodded his head twice more forcefully, "Yeah!"

"Give it to me?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you."

"No thanks..." She was actually embarrassed.

"Then, I want to treasure it?"

"Of course it's used to make coffee! Use it now! Use it!"

Of course I wouldn't tell her that's what I planned. I just smiled and put my hand into the washing basin, picked up the freshly boiled pot of hot water and poured it all over, then picked it up and wiped it clean, and then directly used it on the faucet. Fill the bottom with water, wipe the electricity on the base, and burn it.

"Just use this water?!" The person who had been watching silently expressed surprise and couldn't help asking.

"Have you ever seen me make coffee with this water?" I glanced at her, then I carefully wiped the hand pourer I have been using recently, stuffed it into the box in front of her, and put it away. stand up.

She was originally watching me with a contented look on my face as I boiled water in that white pot, but now she smirked "hehe".

That way, it is really silly, but also a little indescribably cute.

"What about the pink one?" I asked.

"It's in the school club room. By the way," she finally remembered something, put away her silly look, and announced loudly, "I want to order beans!"

"Oh?" Is this something amazing?When the water boiled, I lifted the lid and poured it all out. After the water vapor dissipated, I added half a pot of pure water to it, continued to boil it, and then began to fold the filter paper and grind the beans.

"But I don't know what beans to order... Do you have any recommendations for beginners?" She asked like a baby, and finally called out deliberately, "Mr. Murong~"

I stopped what I was doing, and held my forehead, something...

"Hahaha!" She laughed presumptuously a few times, but she probably realized that she still needs something from me, so she immediately changed her words, "Murong, Murong, what kind of beans are good?"

"Yirgacheffe, I don't have any recommendations for getting started, just pick the one you are most familiar with and like." After all, I am short-handed, so I will not care about her for the time being.

"Okay! How much do you want to order? Do you have to order a lot during the practice stage? I'll pick it up next weekend?" She lay on the bar counter, clasped her hands on the countertop, and rested her chin on the back of her hands.

From this angle, every time she raised her eyes to look at me, her eyes were round, like small animals.

She continued to babble: "The tutorial says to practice the movements and techniques first, so you can't always practice out of thin air, right? Then how many beans will I waste? Ahhh, it's a waste of time!"

I ignored her and started making coffee.When she saw my movement, she shut up immediately, stood up with a jerk, and leaned over to watch more seriously than ever.

This is a honey-processed West Java coffee bean, produced in Java Island, Indonesia, with a very wonderful tropical fruit flavor.It sounds like an absolute low-latitude talent, but this kind of speculation is too superficial and nonsensical.

Qianli only took a sip before protesting: "Why not Yirgacheffe! Murong, you definitely did it on purpose. I haven't had Yirgacheffe for a long time, and I almost forgot what it tastes like!"

"Not bad, you can tell it's not Yirgacheffe so quickly. At this speed, you're not far away from brewing a cup of Yirgacheffe yourself. Come on!" I shook the coffee liquid in the pot and said casually Continuing.

"..." She reluctantly took another sip, "What kind of beans are these?"

"Java."

"Huh? Is that Java, the famous one in history?"

"Uh-huh."

"Ah, are there still such good items out there now? Doesn't it mean that they are basically Robusta?"

Well, it seems that I still read some books. "Of course, there are very few."

In the eighteenth century, Javanese coffee was synonymous with high-quality Arabica. Almost all the coffee beans produced were supplied to Europe, and its reputation spread far and wide.However, probably due to God’s jealousy, the coffee rust that originated in Ceylon in the late [-]th century destroyed most of the coffee fields in Indonesia, and Java was not spared.

The people of Ceylon cut down all the coffee trees and planted black tea instead. Today, "Ceylon black tea" is famous all over the world, while coffee farmers in Java are still working hard to maintain the dignity of "Java coffee" in the Robusta all over the mountains.

"Does this make you sad, Murong?" Qianli put down her glass and looked at me seriously.

"Oh, it's just a little embarrassing..." What kind of eyes did she have?I raised my eyebrows, "By the way, as a designer, before designing a product, you should have a deeper understanding of its history, culture and humanistic spirit, right?"

Unexpectedly, she replied more seriously: "Well, I will."

uh ok.I suddenly found that Jian Qianli, who was too serious, was a little creepy...

"Wait, I'll go in and get something." I explained, and before she could answer, I turned around and went into the "utility room" behind the bar, and came out with a bag of coffee beans.

"What is this? My Yirgacheffe?"

"What do you think?"

"Not quite like it."

"Let's order 100g of Yirgacheffe for you first, too much is a waste." I told the truth, and she was not ashamed and agreed with it.

I took the tote bag she used to hold the hand pourer, and while putting the beans in, I explained: "These are the beans I roasted during my practice last week. The unroasted beans are undrinkable, but they are better than fresh ones. A bit of practice is more than enough.”

"Mu~Rong..." She had an exaggeratedly moved face, her eyes were almost in tears, and she was about to pounce on her.

I preemptively threw the beans in front of her, and said flatly, "You don't need to be so polite."

She stood where she was, and continued to express her feelings: "Murong, you really... love me so much!"

I involuntarily twitched the corners of my mouth, not bothering to pay attention to her.

The next second, Jane Oscar actress Qianli said pitifully again: "But why do I have the illusion that you are driving me away, Murong?"

Now that she already feels this way, I don't mind giving her the gift, "Are you going to stay and do your homework again?"

"Woooooo, have I fallen to the point where I can't stay if I have nothing to do?" She started crying.

I thought it was funny, and in an instant I really wanted to chase her away. "So are you going by yourself, or should I have someone drag you out?"

"Haha, but I have an appointment with someone today~" She blinked her eyes and said, "Uncle Xiao said he wanted to introduce his girlfriend to me!"

"..."

Xiao Churan in the evil love.

When Maizi came in, I was making coffee for a customer, so I looked up and saw that it was her, then I continued to make coffee as if nothing happened.

"Do you want to be so indifferent?" Maizi approached the bar, "Do you think you are cool? In fact, you seem very childish~"

I didn't even bother to look at her: "Why do you talk so much? Do you think you are very funny? Actually, it's annoying..."

"Haha, you won!" She didn't care at all, and then asked, "Is your little Qianli here?"

Boring, of course I wouldn't ask her where Uncle Xiao went, because I knew he was parking the car. "Find a seat by yourself, don't stop me from doing business."

"Hmm... the long-haired one over there isnt it? She is a little beauty from the back!" A certain person rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

That's enough...I poured coffee into a cup, served with two pieces of handmade cranberry cookies, a small cup of fresh milk, a bag of coffee sugar, a paper towel, a small spoon with a porcelain handle, placed in a small wooden tray, and walked out The bar ends to the seating of the guests.This guest came here for the first time, and it was also his first time drinking single-origin coffee, so I put everything together and suggested when I put it down: "You can taste it first, and add a little more milk and sugar if necessary."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

Then I walked up to Qianli who was reading seriously, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Huh? Murong, what's the matter?" She looked up at me in surprise, because I rarely talk to her when she is sitting down to read a book.

I pointed to the Maizi standing in front of the bar and looked at it with interest, and said to Qianli seriously: "That woman, there is something wrong here." I retracted my finger and pointed at the temple twice, "No Take care of her."

Maizi lay on the bar with his face covered and laughing, and I almost laughed too, so I held back.Looking down at Qianli, she was looking at me blankly and suspiciously, her eyeballs rolling around.

So I emphasized it again seriously: "Did you hear that?"

"Oh."

Back at the bar, Maizi hadn't finished laughing yet, so she covered her stomach, "Oh, Murong, you're killing me laughing!"

"What's so funny? Tell me to make me happy too!" Uncle Xiao came over after parking the car, just in time to pick up this sentence.

I glanced at him and started cleaning up the pistol scene.

"Where's Little Qianli? Are you here?" Uncle Xiao asked.

"I'm here, Uncle Xiao!" Qianli didn't know when she jumped over, and she gave Uncle Xiao a big smile, laughing out his uncle Xiao's fatherly love.

"Come on, little Qianli, this is your sister Maizi!" Uncle Xiao proudly patted Qianli on the shoulder, pointed to Qianli and said to Maizi, "This is Little Qianli from the Murong family!"

Just when the two of them looked at each other and smiled obscenely, Qianli blushed quietly, but still pretended to be calm, and politely called out, "Hello, Sister Maizi!"

I sneered: "Qianli, if it's called Uncle Xiao, shouldn't it be Auntie Maizi? Let's forget about sister or something, don't mess up your seniority!"

Before Qianli could react, Maizi hit me on the head with a backhand, which was more painful than chopsticks. I covered my head and took a step back to escape her attack range, spreading my hands innocently: "I'm not wrong what…"

Qianli finally covered her mouth and smiled, and Uncle Xiao said, "Then let's change my name to Brother Xiao!"

Why does it sound so brazen?

"In terms of seniority, I'll change my mind when Uncle Xiao marries Sister Maizi~" a certain cutie said sweetly.

Tsk tsk, what else is there to do?What design do you study?Conquer the world with just one mouth!Even Maizi couldn't help showing the shyness of a little woman, let alone Uncle Xiao, wishing that Qianli was born by himself and proudly told the world that this is my little baby!

Huh~~ It's terrible.

"What are you shaking?" Uncle Xiao glared at me, "Wait, come out to dinner with us!"

I didn't go, I endured you until now because I have a good temper! "There are guests, it's inconvenient, you go."

"Are we going out for dinner?" Qianli asked.

"Otherwise, why don't you stay here to drink coffee and eat biscuits?" Uncle Xiao said sarcastically.

"Leave Murong here alone?" Qianli looked at me with a look of unbearable.

"It's okay, if the three of us don't come here, she will be here alone." Maizi comforted her, "Besides, she usually orders takeaway, today is lucky, we can help her pack~"

I laughed angrily, "Auntie Maizi really, I always look forward to your packed meal in my dreams, so you go out to eat and help me pack it back, please, get out!"

Maizi really wanted to refute my title, but was interrupted by Uncle Xiao winking at Qianli: "Let's go, little Qianli, your sister Maizi is a very good psychological counselor, you can discuss it with her while eating later. Let’s talk about emotional issues~”

I:"……"

Then Qianli followed them without hesitation.

This scene seems familiar, when was the last time Qianli ignored me like this?Oh, those three little sparrows during the holidays.Speaking of which, the three little sparrows have not appeared for nearly two months, which is really strange.

Like last time, I'm not curious about what they will "talk nonsense" to Qianli. The three little sparrows don't know much about me. As for Maizi, she has a sense of proportion.

In other words, Qianli must know about that photo, although she has never mentioned it, but does she know about "Sister Totoro"?

Haha, sister Totoro...