writing coffee

The orange flowers of kapok are all gone, replaced by clusters of white silk flocs, wrapped in gray-green buds, flying all over the sky when the wind blows.Some crossed the road and landed on my glass door, and some fell in the corner, stained with dust and old yellow.

So I was very careful when I entered the door. I only opened a crack, slid in sideways, and then turned around and closed the door softly, lest the wind blown by the door disturb the elves lurking in the glass and corners.

Suddenly I saw my own shadow in the glass door, it was not very clear, somehow I thought of Jian Qianli's cautious and almost sneaky appearance that day, I couldn't help laughing, today is Friday, I don't know her Will it come tomorrow.

It took nearly an hour to carefully wipe the bookcase, and when it was ready for business, it was already twelve noon.The delivery boy was on time and was parking his electric car at the door.

A few days ago, a customer ordered 200g of washed Yeka cooked beans, and I made an appointment to pick them up tonight. I happened to be planning to add some beans, so I asked the roaster to deliver them together.

I have no special research on coffee roasting. The coffee beans used in the store are all obtained from a small roaster I know well, so customers must pre-order beans when buying beans in my store.But no one finds it troublesome, because this can ensure the freshness of coffee beans to the greatest extent. Good things have to take time to wait, right?

"Morning, Li Zi!" The young man is tall and thin, and he is very serious and responsible. I don't know if this is a nickname or simply because his surname is Li, everyone calls him that.

"It's getting late, sister, it's still early at noon!" Li Zi agreed, put down the goods, took out the delivery slip and handed it to me.

I took the order, and he bent down again, opened the box, and found a small package from inside, "This is a new product, Uncle Feng said to give it to my sister to try, and give him some advice after drinking it."

I took it and saw the detailed origin information and flavor description on the package. It was a bean from the Cymbidium mountain area in Colombia. I didn't know the name of the estate. "Yeah, thank you, Uncle Feng."

I quickly checked the goods, signed the bill, and returned the bill to him, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work!"

"It's okay, then I'm going to see you off somewhere else!"

"Well, bye~"

I went back to the bar to collect the receipts, and when I turned out to move the box in, I heard a voice asking, "Do you want me to help?" The inexplicable smugness could not be concealed in the voice.

It turned out to be Jian Qianli, "Why are you here?" I seem to remember her saying that there are classes on Fridays.

"Come and help you move things!" She seemed to be in a good mood today, so good that she was naughty. "Did I show up just in time, just right?"

I easily picked up the box containing only a few bags of coffee beans, turned it upside down on purpose, and replied with a smile, "I'm sorry, Miss Jane, your presence is not very important..."

She curled her lips, and her enthusiasm remained undiminished, "I brought you something to eat!"

"Oh?" I glanced at the paper bags she was carrying one by one, looking forward to it, this was the first time she brought me food.But at the same time, I'm not looking forward to it, because she doesn't look like I have a common interest in food, and, in terms of eating, I am a weird person who is both "picky" and "not pursuing". Few people can grasp my taste.There are some things that I naturally dislike, and it has nothing to do with whether they taste good or not, and these things happen to be liked by many people, so I was labeled a "picky eater" and felt very wronged.But as long as it is something I like, no matter how it is made, even if it is only scalded with boiling water, I can still eat it with relish, and then bear the infamy of "not pursuing", it is really wronged.

Jian Qianli was full of confidence, she raised the small bag in her left hand and shook it in front of my eyes, "Put your things away first!" She looked excited and impatient, as if she was about to unwrap a present, "You will definitely like it!"

I put away my things and came out. She had already picked a table and set up a posture, and she was waiting for me with an almost cautious face, "Sit!" She smiled and made a "please" gesture to the empty chair opposite her , "Hurry up, hurry up, open it~"

"You really don't want to leave yourself a step down?" I pulled out the chair and sat down, reminding me kindly.

Jian Qianli was unmoved, with undiminished interest, carefully took out a small cake box with exquisite packaging from the paper bag, "Dang Dang Dang!" opened it like performing arts.

I took a look at the contents inside, and sure enough... I opened my eyes a little bit, trying to control the upward curve of the corners of my mouth, and confirmed, "Opera?" A one-pound square Opella with rich luster.

"Yeah!" Jian Qianli was completely encouraged by my three words, and nodded her head a few times, very proud, "How is it? Didn't let you down!"

I stared at Opera Chow, who seemed to be exuding a strong smell of chocolate and coffee, and then looked up at her, repeated several times without speaking.

"Isn't it?" She wailed, unwilling to accept the reality, "You're too excited to speak? What are you laughing at! This is Opera Ceremony, an Opera Ceremony produced by a real French pastry chef! Only on weekdays Limited supply!" She stared at me with a hint of hatred in her tone.

It's only available on weekdays, so is she here at this time? "I don't like chocolate."

She choked and took a deep breath, "It still smells like coffee!" This should be the reason why she was so sure that I would like it at first.

I snuffed out her last hope with a smile, "I don't eat anything that tastes like chocolate." I can force anything else, but not chocolate, I'll spit it out.

Her unbelievable look is so funny, eyes staring like goldfish, "Well, what if someone gave you chocolates on Valentine's Day?"

I shrugged, the question was too simple. "They just gave it to you, and didn't let you eat it in front of your face."

She moved her lips, hesitated to speak, and rolled her eyes, as if she was trying to say something to refute, and finally she slumped her shoulders, and uttered two "woo hoo" wailings with a mournful face, completely defeated.

In fact, I will do this kind of thing, eat a few mouthfuls politely, then praise a few words without distraction, and finally express my gratitude politely, but I don't want to use this method on Jian Qianli, and I wishful thinking that she must Nor does it want me to.

However, it is true to say so, it is a regrettable thing to live up to the good intentions of others. I thought about how to make up for her intentions with guilt.I thought she was going to be depressed for a while.

"Okay," she said suddenly before I could figure out why, and her mischievous expression returned to her face, "Fortunately, I have prepared a second surprise!" After finishing speaking, she put the cake up without delay Put it back into the handbag, and then took the bigger bag and put it on, "Hmph, didn't you expect that? I don't believe you'll despise this!" His tone was even more arrogant than before, as if he was determined to win.

I think this is already a surprise.

"Isn't it still edible?" I made a look of doubt, not very interested.

"Of course not! I wouldn't do such a stupid thing as putting all my eggs in one basket." She said mysteriously, insisting that I open it myself.

This time I was really looking forward to it, so I stopped teasing her and reached out to take out a square wooden box from my handbag.One side of the box was inlaid with transparent glass, and I could see the contents clearly at a glance, and couldn't help but whistled in my heart.

It turned out to be a set of Irish coffee equipment, and it was not an ordinary Irish coffee equipment.

General Irish coffee utensils include a cotton-wicked alcohol lamp and a special roasting cup for Irish coffee: there are two symmetrical brackets on the base of the alcohol lamp, one high and one short, to support the roasting cup; the roasting cup is similar to drinking wine. The goblet was replaced with a high-temperature-resistant material, and the mouth of the cup was plated with a layer of gold. Two circular lines as standard scales were drawn on the wall of the cup, and the English word for Irish coffee was written in the middle of the circular lines.In all fairness, those utensils were not worthy of the name of Irish coffee, and when I first saw it, I was in what can be called a major disappointment.

And this set in front of me really surprised me.The structure of the alcohol lamp is similar to the general ones, but it is rarely painted with a layer of metallic black, with dark red rose patterns painted on it. Two flower vines are wrapped around the support of the baking cup and grow upwards, with flower buds growing out of the low-hanging ends. , one is in bud, and the other is in full bloom like summer.On such a coquettish lamp base, an almost pure white transparent glass baking cup lay clean and elegant, not only not obtrusive, but also natural.

It turned out that she had been thinking about this matter.

I opened the box, carefully took out the baking cup on the light stand, held its slender cup foot and looked at it carefully in front of my eyes.The two scale lines are still there, but they were not painted on. Instead, the entire cup body was cut into three parts according to the ratio. As for the two English words, they were ingeniously engraved on the mouth of the cup. , The black font is in harmony with the alcohol lamp holder.

Just when I had admired enough and was about to put it back, my fingers touched a few bumps on the small round base of the cup foot. After a closer look, it turned out to be the words "writing coffee", which was as elegant as the signboard at the door. The cursive... I just realized that this is a set of custom-made Irish coffee mugs, and from the perspective of craftsmanship and design, a lot of effort has been spent.

I didn't say a word when I admired it, but now I am even more silent.I began to regret that I didn't explain clearly that day. The set of cups she broke was really not that important, and it wasn't worth her effort to make up for it.

"Thousands of pears..."

"Murong," she interrupted me, "this is not for you, you said that day that I don't need to pay for it!" The volume of the last sentence increased, and the pronunciation was especially clear.She smiled slyly, then looked into my eyes, and said seriously, "This is for you." While I watched her without speaking, I thought about it and added, "There is no chocolate flavor~"

I laughed and praised sincerely, "Good workmanship!"

"Yes, yes," she began to feel complacent, "I know a friend who specializes in glass crafts. He is very good. I asked him to help."

"Then I don't want to keep it? What if some daredevil breaks it when it is placed there?" I began to feel distressed.

"That's not what you said that day!" She stared at me indignantly, and the next second she stood up and ran to the shelf where the cup set was placed before, "Just put it in a higher place." She said Standing on tiptoe, he took down a hand pouring pot, pointed to the vacant grid, "Here, how about it?"

I didn't speak, and motioned her to take the things and put them on, and she ran over happily, took them and put them on.Standing on tiptoe, she adjusted the angle of the baking cup and asked without turning her head, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

She took a few steps back and admired it left and right, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"Well..." Her eyes began to sparkle again, "It's pleasing to the eye." I said.

She then smiled contentedly.How can it be so easy to satisfy?

I walked over and put the hand pouring pot she just took down in a random place, "So have you ever had Irish coffee?"

She was a little embarrassed, and scratched her hair, "No..." As if it was a very embarrassing thing.

"Then do you want to try?"

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and answered without thinking, "Think!" She seemed to feel that one word was not enough to express her sincerity, so she repeated it again, "Think—!"

"Then try it."

"Really? Do you want to cook?!"

"But not now," I felt like she was about to dance, and quickly said to discourage her enthusiasm, "We're still a bottle of fine Irish whiskey away."

She exaggeratedly breathed a sigh of relief, full of pride, "I'll get a bottle!"

I was dumbfounded by her sudden Jianghu aura, "You don't need to worry about this, I will take care of it, you just wait and drink."

"Haha, good." She was amused by the word "women", she no longer entangled with the wine problem, but suddenly remembered her poor Opera Cake, pointing to the cake box and asked with a miserable face, " What about it?"

I shrugged and frankly expressed my helplessness.

She turned her grief into anger, "I'm leaving!" She walked over and grabbed the cake bag, and said in a serious manner while walking: "A barista who doesn't understand desserts is definitely not a good store manager!" When she walked to the door, she suddenly After a pause, he turned around and asked me nonchalantly, "So what kind of cake do you like?"

"Hmm..." I thought hard for a moment, and answered uncertainly, "Plain cheese?"

She raised her eyebrows, turned around and left as if she understood.

I froze for a few seconds, so she just came to give me something?

I couldn't help but look up at the Irish set, remembering the last time she broke the original one and wanted to pay me back, I said it wasn't the first one to be broken.

I'm not lying, nor joking, someone smashed one a long time ago.