Old Attack He Judges People by Appearance [Quick Transmigration]

Next to Barkhor Street, there is a coffee shop with stylish decoration. The coffee, hot chocolate and small cakes in the shop are authentic and not expensive. It has gradually become a must-see place for young people to check in and take pictures when they travel to Lhasa.

Tourists from other places call it "Auspicious Coffee" according to the Chinese on the sign, local Tibetans call it "Tashi Coffee" according to the Tibetan on the sign, and "Tashi Coffee" in the Tibetan circle in Lhasa. The Tashi Hotel, Tashi Restaurant, and Tashi Bar on the same street have the same name.

This coffee shop has a rule that customers who enter the store can get a [-]% discount if they leave their names on the registration book at the front desk.The signature can be your real name or your nickname, or even draw a few random circles, as long as it means that you have been here before.

The new tourists thought that the register, like the small restaurants in other scenic spots, was a means for the store to attract customers, and murmured a few words.

A man sitting on a rattan chair at the door, drinking coffee and basking in the sun heard it, and explained to him through the wide-open glass door: "This book is used to count how many guests come in a day, auspicious. Two bosses of the coffee made a bet and watched the flow of customers every day.”

This man looked very much like a senior Tibetan drifter from his appearance to his tone of voice. The tourists immediately believed his words, but felt a little strange, and asked, "Counter traffic? Then just look at the cashier records, why is it so troublesome?"

The senior Zang Piao shook his finger and said: "Because one of the bosses played tricks and bribed customers to buy several things at a time, and then paid separately. One person can count several times, and then was discovered by another boss. It was changed to the current method."

The tourist laughed, "But signatures can also be forged. Are you afraid that the boss will play tricks and ask a person to sign several times?"

Zang Piao smiled: "You don't know that, the other boss has the final say in this shop, and the one who cheated on him was caught once, how dare he do it a second time?"

The tourist was even more surprised: "Don't dare to do it again, then continue to look at the cash register records, do you have to sign? There must be those who have bad hands or bad handwriting, or are simply afraid of trouble and not short of money. People don't write it. This counts. It's less."

Zang Piao smiled meaningfully: "With fewer counts, the other boss' goal has been achieved."

The tourist rolled his eyes, understood what he meant, and laughed along with him: "These two bosses are really interesting. They are plotting against me and I plot against you. Is it a good relationship or not?"

Zang Piao laughed loudly: "Of course it is good! Such a childish trick can only be played between them. This one is fun!"

Tourists were puzzled by his choice of words. At this time, his companions from Tibet Piao called him. He seemed to be a Tibetan man, but he spoke Chinese well, with a touch of Sichuan flavor: "Gencai, you are talking about them again. It’s not about asking for a beating?” After speaking, he looked at the guest again, and said with a smile: “Just listen to it, don’t spread it to the outside world, the more it spreads, the more outrageous it will be.”

Zang Piao was not convinced: "It's outrageous, I really heard it once, Brother Tashi called him—" His mouth was covered by his companion, he held his neck and pushed him into the store, and the companion shouted: "Xiao Zhi, I caught your brother talking nonsense outside again."

Xiao Zhi?Tourists think this syllable is a bit familiar, and the boss who researched the auspicious Tibetan medicine of artificial Cordyceps seems to have this name too.

"What did you say?" A slightly low, magnetic and sexy male voice sounded slowly from the depths of the coffee shop.

The sound caught people's ears, and the tourists couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the back kitchen, and saw a large hand with well-articulated joints opening the hanging curtain at the kitchen door, and a tall man wearing a home furnishing came from behind the curtain. walked out.

Tourists admired this man's figure after just one glance. He was tall and strong without being bloated, and his walking posture was steady and neat. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person who was born with good conditions and was diligent in exercising the day after tomorrow.

The little girl next to him paid more attention to his face, talking excitedly in a low voice, and kept saying "so handsome, so handsome".

The tourist looked at the man's face again. He was quite handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were too sharp, making him look a bit fierce.He couldn't help but wonder, don't the little girls nowadays like gentle ones?Why did you change your taste again?

A little girl ran over with her mobile phone, wanting to take a photo with the man. The tourists pretended to be drinking coffee, but in fact they kept looking there from the corner of their eyes, thinking that the man was not a good-natured man, and the little girl was probably going to be sad.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the man turned towards the little girl, he immediately showed a pleasant expression: "Take pictures? Of course. Oh, by the way, did you sign the registration book?"

The little girl slapped her forehead, "Oh, I almost forgot, I'll sign it right now."

The man continued to ask in his magnetic voice: "Where's your friend? Let's sign together."

The little girl was already fascinated by his beauties, she called her best friend over, and then said to the man: "I still have a few companions, I'll call them too."

The handsome man smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, I'll treat you to some biscuits later."

The tourists were stunned and filled with resentment in their hearts, this superficial world...

The man turned his head to look at him, and asked modestly, "Did you sign it?"

It was already evening, and there were not many customers in the coffee shop. The man looked straight at him. Even if he had a good attitude, he couldn't stand up to his sharp facial features.

The tourist took out his mobile phone spontaneously: "I signed it, and I will call my friends. The cakes in your store are delicious."

The man smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you."

At this time, the sound of the oven "ding" came from behind, and the man turned around and entered the kitchen. After a while, he brought out a tray of hot, freshly baked biscuits, and told the clerk, "The door will be closed for two hours tonight. Small blackboard, present biscuits, everyone who sees will have a share."

The senior Tibetan drifter from before shook his head with a "tsk tsk" and said, "Sao, it's so coquettish, aren't you afraid that brother Tashi will say you're unfairly competing?"

The Sichuan-style Tibetan man smiled and said, "He was discussing the renovation with Dawa and the others at the hotel."

What else did Zang Piao want to say, the man patted the back of his head, and raised his chin condescendingly: "Xiao Gencai, you said you were too stressed in Beijing to relax, that's why I let you come here, it's all up to now It's been more than a month, and you haven't relaxed enough? There are a lot of things in the mainland, if you don't want to take care of me, you can find someone else."

"Senior" Zang Piao immediately made a bitter face, "Brother——you see, I have worked hard for nothing but hard work over the years..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Sunshine or money, choose one."

Zang Piao gave a distressed "tsk", and instantly had a choice.He took off the Tibetan ornaments wrapped several times around his neck and returned them to the Sichuan-style Tibetan man. He shook his head in puzzlement and said, "I thought I was different from before. After a long time, I was still so superficial."

The Tibetan man smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Your soul has been cleansed enough, you can leave."

That night, after Xiaozhi Tashi and his family finished their meal, they chatted with their parents for a while, while teaching Cairang and Yangjin's two children to practice a few new characters, and the two returned to their small building.

Tashi glanced at his phone and found a new message, and quickly patted Xiao Zhi to read it with him—"Bian Ma is about to skip a grade again."

The Bianma who sent the message was not the former Bianma Lama, but he was also the former Bianma Lama.A few years ago, Xiao Zhi and Tashi moved to Lhasa and opened a new coffee shop here.

One day a family of tourists came to the store. The child led by his father was only four or five years old, with a pair of calm and gentle eyes. Tashi felt that the child looked familiar after just one glance.

The child paused when he saw Tashi, and then went straight to him. Tashi squatted down without thinking, and looked at the child.

The child looked at Tashi, and then picked up the ornament he hung on his chest. It was a very light gold bottle, simple in shape and exquisite in workmanship.

The child held the gold vase in his hand and looked at it for a while, then said, "This looks familiar, I seem to have dreamed about it."

Tashi's heart was shocked, and he tried to maintain a calm expression, and asked him: "Then do you look familiar to me?"

The child also nodded, with a calmness beyond his age: "I seem to have dreamed of you, but in the dream you were not so tall."

Tashi wiped his wet eyes and nodded with a smile: "Because you were much taller than now."

The reincarnation of Lama Bianma is a born living Buddha. If he wishes, he can directly become a khenpo in a large temple.But perhaps because Lama Bianma's wish has been fulfilled, Bianma in this life prefers to be an ordinary person.

However, for a person with memories of several lifetimes, it is unrealistic to want to be an ordinary person. Let’s take school as an example. Bian Ma has skipped grades since elementary school, and now she is only ten years old and ready to enter her third year of high school. Think about it The eldest of Renzeng and Dawa's family is also ten years old, and they still wrestle with him all day long.

Xiao Zhi poked his head over Bian Ma's news, and said, "His good mind, which has been reincarnated for several lifetimes, attends classes with ordinary children, isn't that considered bullying?"

Tashi replied the message with a smile, but ignored him.

After he finished chatting with Bian Ma, Xiao Zhi couldn't wait to take out the autograph book and put it on the laps of the two, "Come, come, count today's."

Tashi smiled tolerantly with the winner: "Do you still count? Are you not afraid of being hit?"

Xiao Zhi returned him a confident smile.

When he counted to one thousand, Xiao Zhi said quite proudly: "How about it, I think it will be enough for today, right?"

Tashi didn't hold back, he leaned over and held his face in his hands, gave him a "baji", and shouted in a long voice: "Husband~"

Xiao Zhi smiled terribly.

Tashi looked at his malicious smiling face, quite puzzled, "Is today a holiday? Why are there so many people suddenly?" The agreed off-season, the Potala Palace doesn't have so many tourists in a day, right?

Xiao Zhi smiled and said nothing: "I haven't finished counting yet, let's continue."

Tashi had a bad premonition, so he continued to count with Xiao Zhi: "...1496, 1497..." Tashi closed the book with a blushing face, and said, "I won't count, today I'm so tired, go to bed." As he said that, he wanted to slip into the bathroom.

Xiao Zhi's troubled voice came from behind: "1499, 1500, Mr. Tashi Rob, do you still remember your bet with Mr. Xiao Zhi? There are more than 1500 guests in the off-season, what do you want?"

His answer was the sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut in a panic.

Xiao Zhi chuckled, really, after all these years, he is still so easily shy.He put the notebook aside in a leisurely manner, slowly undressed, and walked towards the bathroom with long legs.