writing coffee

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Finally caught up with a holiday, unfortunately there is no second update ~ Happy New Year, cuties! "Tonight, there is an exhibition of works by German designers in front of my store. It's quite a large New Year's Eve lighting design. Would you like to come and have a look? I'll leave you a spot with the best view~"

"When did the lighting square become the entrance of your store?"

"It's in front of my shop! Come or not?"

"Are you sure you are going to see the light show and not people? I don't want to join in the fun."

"Come on, come on, haven't you been coveting my bean grinder for a long time? Come here and carry it back, maybe one day I will change hands and sell the whole store. Don't blame me for not saving it for you in advance."

"If I take that grinder away, your resale price will be greatly reduced, right?" Are you kidding me, a grinder worth tens of thousands of dollars, would I covet the price of thousands of dollars?

Aven smiled charmingly—I guessed it, but it was more or less the same, you could tell from her tone, "Murong, anyone who can afford my store, I will give him this bean grinder as a gift, he may Don't bother~"

Well, what she said was true.

Let alone the rent from her place, let alone the cabinet of foreign wine, just the batch of artworks in her store, tsk tsk!Although half of them may be masterpieces of small masters, the other half are completely masterworks, and even a few of them are masterpieces of real masters.The chandelier that makes Qianli salivate is one of them, and there are two abstract paintings, I don't know how to appreciate them, but there are many people who know how to appreciate them.

Such a store, I don't know how much Aven's effort was spent, but because of the impermanence of the world, it is going to be handed over to others like this.

"Okay, I'll go right after closing."

"OK bye!"

I hung up the phone, feeling a little emotional, looking around at my "writing coffee", maybe it was the calm before the holidays, everyone is recharging their energy for the next three days of vacation, so there are very few guests in the past few days, and it's just after night At eight o'clock, the store was empty.Those who can come at this time are those who really like hand-made items, or those who want to be comfortable and quiet.

What my father said is actually quite right. It is not easy for independent bookstores to survive now, and it is even more difficult for specialty coffee to gain a firm foothold in the domestic market. I don’t know how long I can last, five years or eight years?Ten years or decades?If it takes a lifetime to love someone, then it takes at least half a lifetime to do one thing to be considered complete, right?

There are not many things I want, just books and coffee, but sometimes, the simpler the more rare it is.

It seems that there should be no guests coming in tonight, maybe they all went to the Lighting Square for the New Year's Eve, right? Aven is fine, just steal my customers, even the store manager himself!

Thinking this way, I suddenly heard a long-lost wind chime, and my heart was moved. It must be true love, right?

Then when she turned her head, she saw Qianli.

"Murong! Happy New Year!"

Hmm... this is barely counted.

"Why are you here?" Isn't it normal tomorrow?

She jumped over happily, her brows and eyes were full of spirits, "I'm on vacation ~ and it's New Year's Eve tonight, are you open until twelve o'clock?"

"Nine o'clock." It's good that I didn't close early.

"Oh~" She leaned over, "Then why are you waiting for New Year's Eve? I'll accompany you!"

"You don't go to bed at ten o'clock and your mother doesn't care about you?" Seeing that she was relaxed and only carried a small bag, she must have just come out of the house.

She pouted, looking more and more like a child, "We adults don't go to bed until after twelve o'clock."

"You have a big misunderstanding of the adult world, little friend Qianli~"

She didn't answer, she clasped her hands together and rested her chin, her eyes widened with an innocent look, and she even blinked deliberately.

Tsk, I stretched out a finger and pushed her forehead, she staggered back, struggled and shouted, "My mother promised to go home late tonight!"

Does your mother know what you are doing out there? "What to drink?"

"Yirgacheffe!"

"...Come in and rush by yourself." Anyway, there are no customers, so let's check your homework.

"Really?" She couldn't believe it, "Are you watching me rush?"

"Yeah." After thinking about it, he added, "Don't mess up my bar."

"As ordered!"

A few minutes later, someone carefully held a small cup of coffee in front of me, flatteringly said: "Will you try it?"

I politely declined her offer, "You go first."

She wrinkled her face, and took a sip of it in disgust, as if she didn't drink it herself, so funny.

"How?" I asked.

She tilted her head and thought about it seriously, "It's a bit weak, I can't drink it... and it's not as fragrant as you usually make~" She took another sip, rolled her eyes, and added, "Also, It seems that the taste is much more monotonous than when I brewed it in school, so it's not that complicated?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Is that better than rushing at school?"

"It's not...it's not that complicated, but! It's too monotonous..." After speaking, I smiled embarrassedly, lowered my eyes, and poured another small cup for me, "You have a try~"

In fact, I knew what it would taste like when she rushed at me, but I still took a sip and praised: "The description is quite accurate, at least I know how to drink it."

But she didn't feel the happiness of being praised at all, she slumped her shoulders, her eyebrows drooped, "What..."

I'm really complimenting her.You can tell whether a cup of coffee is good or bad, and you can make a good cup of coffee. The logic is very simple.

"Why is it a little dull, a little...too monotonous?" I repeated the words she had used. As soon as she heard what I wanted to explain, she immediately cheered up and stared at me without blinking. With a look of thirst for knowledge, I almost took out a pen to take notes.

"It's because you just steamed for too short a time, and then you extracted too fast, and the extraction was not enough." I took out a new bag of beans and showed her the flavor description on the label, "This is the Aricha processing plant. The sun-dried Yega has a clean taste, but it shouldn’t be so monotonous, because you didn’t extract its flavor. Look at the cup test flavor written above, your cup...at most one citrus flavor comes out, There is basically no cocoa or alcohol smell.”

As she listened, she drank a few more sips and nodded, "You're making a lot of sense." "Then, how long does it take to be bored? I was bored for more than 20 seconds just now."

"Do you know what steaming is for?"

"Release the carbon dioxide in the coffee powder!" She seemed to be finally asked a question that she knew the answer to, and answered it with the air in the room.

I couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, you continue!" She touched her nose, silly.

"The fresher the beans, the more gas they have inside, and the longer the steaming time. You can see that they are puffing up, and they are exhausting. After the puffing is over, they will stop puffing up."

"Oh! That's it! I said why some books say 20 seconds, some say 30 seconds, and some say 30 to [-] seconds..." A certain person was enlightened and flattered by the way, " Murong, would you like to publish a book to explain it?"

I did not cooperate with her performance, "Also, when pouring water, be slower and gentler, just like treating someone you like." In fact, the last sentence is the catchphrase of a senior who taught me to do hand punching at the beginning. I blurted it out consciously, and knew I was wrong after speaking.

Sure enough, someone firmly seized this opportunity, couldn't hide his smile at all, and said meaningfully: "I know, I treat you like you~"

I raised my eyebrows, looked at her, and didn't answer.

She immediately became honest, restrained her smile, and said seriously: "I'm sorry...then why is the taste that I got out of school so mixed, like drinking a sip of life."

I keep silent.If I don't give her some color, she still thinks I'm easy to talk to?

"I'm sorry!" She was crying, with a sincere look of repentance, "I was really wrong..."

snort!

"The recent Yirgacheffe beans are all from the same batch. It should be a problem with your grinder. It is easy and portable, but the powder produced is uneven and there are too many fine powders."

"Ah, so what to do? Buy a new one?"

"You don't need to be so extravagant, just buy a powder sieve."

"Okay~" She suddenly gave me a sweet smile, revealing a shallow pear dimple at the corner of her mouth, she was trying to be cute, shameful.

I smirked back, "Make another glass."

"Yes, Madam!"

Finally, another business day that closes on time.

There really wasn’t another guest coming in, so Qianli happily wrote “Happy New Year!” on the small blackboard with artistic fonts, looked at it, and drew a dog to meet the occasion, and then looked at it again. Look, I added some fireworks and firecrackers to fill the whole blackboard, but it doesn't look crowded, and it really has a little festive atmosphere.

The point is, the few remaining colors from my box of colored chalks finally came in handy.

The small blackboard was hanging in the usual position inside the door. I locked the door and glanced at it, "What kind of breed is this?"

"Handsome golden retriever!"

"Looks so silly I thought it was a husky."

"This is the Q version! It's not stupid, it's cute!"

I shrugged, turned and walked away.

She also didn't care about the golden retriever who was suspected of Erha, and chased after her, "Where are we going?"

Why does she think that "we" are going to go together?But forget it, she came here on purpose, I can't drive her away, it's not like Aven hasn't seen her before. “Museum Cafe.”

"Sister Aven? Long time no see, I miss her a little~"

Oh?

"And that chandelier!"

Ah.