Chapter 11 eleven

At the beginning of the next year, this research project has to make a final final report. I put on a tie, and I was going to go on stage to explain the research results, so that the paying men would be happy. If all goes well, this will be the last time I come to Taipei on business. Of course, if I am free, I can still go to Taipei anytime. It's just that for modern people, when they are really "free", Usually no one knows what year and month it was. And the point is, I lost the "reason" to come to "Yeats". Any research project will have the so-called research motivation or purpose, simply put, it is the reason.

But when I don't have to come to Taipei because of business trips, then what is the reason for me to come to "Yeats"? After all, she and I are just the relationship between the owner of the cafe and the customers. One inside the bar and one outside the bar.Across the bar, we feel safe and simple. Cross that line, perhaps as Irish whiskey and hot coffee cross the two golden lines, It will make Irish coffee no longer pure. "Would you like some tea or coffee?" "coffee. 』 "What kind of coffee would you like?" "Irish coffee. 』 "Why are you wearing a tie today?"

"Because... I have a final report today, so I... I want to wear a tie. 』 I stuttered because I was a little guilty. She took another look at my tie, and my briefcase, which was fuller than usual. "I see. You won't be coming to Taipei next week." I looked at her, not knowing what to say, but just nodded. She didn't ask. The Irish coffee cup is mechanically removed, the beans are ground, and the mandheling is brewed. (too few coffee beans!) Pour Irish whiskey. (too much to pour!) After exceeding the first golden thread, pour out some, pour in a little more, and still exceed.

Simply gulp it down. Re-pour the Irish whiskey. Add sugar, light the alcohol, and bake the mug. (The fire is too big!) Swirl the cup. (Spins too fast!) Quietly staring at the whiskey in the glass. (It's time to get out of the fire!) Turn off the alcohol, add hot coffee, and top with whipped cream. "Drink." She opened her mouth. "Want to hear my story?" She sat down and took off her glasses. "Ok. 』 "I didn't study much, and I didn't study well. After graduation, I have been working in cafes. After staying in several cafes, I began to have a strong interest in making coffee. It's a pity that cafes now pay more and more attention to atmosphere and coffee. The cups and plates are exquisite, but the coffee itself is not so important.”

"When I heard the story of Irish coffee, I decided to make a cup of real Irish coffee. When I learned how to make Irish coffee, I opened this "Yeats"." "Although this story is just a legend, or people's inferences. But, I take it seriously." "Since the store opened, I have been looking forward to customers ordering Irish coffee. The bartender waited for a year for the first cup of Irish coffee. I was luckier than him. It only took three months for you to order." The atmosphere is a bit strange, as if the Irish coffee is filled with smoky Scotch whiskey,

Instead of Irish whiskey. She took out the two menus I saw when I first came to "Yeats": "Do you see the difference?" I flipped through the dark brown one first, and the first side contained the names and prices of more than 20 types of coffee. Turn over the light brown one, the first side is still the name and price of the coffee! I always thought that the light brown menu listed all kinds of tea. It turns out that the second side of the two menus is also the name and price of the tea. The difference is that only Irish coffee is available in the dark brown menu.

"Why do you want to make two menus?" 』 "The bartender did the same thing, so the flight attendant was the first customer to order Irish coffee." "Although I have made two menus, I have never taken out the dark brown menu." "When you came for the first time, I noticed that you kept looking at Yeats' portraits and poems. Although most of the guests who came for the first time would look at it in the same way, but others are browsing, but you are reading." "It took me a while before I decided to try my luck and see if you could order Irish coffee."

"When you ordered Irish coffee for the first time, I was very excited. It seemed that I could suddenly understand how the bartender felt when he heard the stewardess say "Irish Coffee"." "I was very serious about making coffee for the first customer in my life who ordered Irish coffee, and I was also very nervous. When you were drinking Irish coffee, I kept watching you secretly. I was very touched when I saw the satisfied expression on your face when you finished drinking it. Interacting with coffee is nothing more than this.” "Your heartfelt thanks at the checkout is the greatest reward for me. Do you know why I always insist on not letting you pay the bill? That's because I have always refused to treat you as a guest."

She kept talking, murmuring as if in a dream.