Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Waiting for someone, lady boss

"Sorry, I. "Don't be sorry, you never promised me anything." He said. "I'm sorry." I cried. "Don't be sorry, some things have already been decided from the beginning, and hard work is useless." He held back, not to let the tears fall. "I'm sorry." The girl buried her face in her hands. "Don't be sorry, but you have to understand that some things will not change in ten thousand years." He said firmly, "I've been waiting for you to be my bride forever." <12> "Bye! Don't forget to have a mock exam tomorrow!"

Xiaoqing waved to me on her bicycle and rode towards Jinshitang, a train station not far away. "Please, how can you forget such a thing?" I yelled, waved my hand, got into the narrow underground tunnel, and headed towards Guangfu Road. I don't feel bothered or tired from working every day, instead I go to school, alas. In Taiwan, life in the third year of senior high school is really not very colorful. Art classes, craft classes, physical education classes, calligraphy classes, and class meetings are all fake names. From time to time, teachers will borrow to take exams or catch up with classes, even if there are no classes. Before the test is available, they will also invite a teacher to let the students study by themselves. It seems that these teachers will be very sorry for the good life of the students who have not been admitted to the law department of National Taiwan University.

But the Zhunv school I read is much better. Emphasizing the simultaneous advancement of five educations is the traditional pride of Zhunv. Even a physical education teacher who likes to pretend to be sick does not dare to borrow lessons to take the exam.However, the series of exams is still an indispensable pressure. But sorry, my own life, I want to do it myself. Only when I go back to Waiting for Someone, put on a white work apron with a few coffee stains on it, and stand behind the bar, surrounded by the aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans, can I take a breather. "Not looking well today?" Albus asked rarely.

Albus often doesn't say a word, and it doesn't surprise me that she's mute until closing time. I think I know how to respect her silence, because her silence is not only personality, but also a little wisdom. "I have a mock test tomorrow, so annoying." I was making charcoal iced coffee while looking at the English phrases posted on the counter. "It doesn't matter to me whether you want to get off work early or not." The proprietress smiled, she was obsessed with paper-cutting these days. I looked at the lazy proprietress who didn't take care of the shop at all. She was ten years older than me, and she was only twenty-seven this year. She had already developed a personality that didn't matter at a young age, and I knew she didn't mind.

But a mock test is a mock test, and it won't stop me from taking it just because I go home early. "The lady boss is in a good mood today," Albus said. "Why?" I asked, actually, I have never seen the lady boss feel really bad. "This afternoon, an engineer working in Zhuke ordered her boss's wife's special tune, and the two of them chatted happily." Albus couldn't help leaking the secret, with a big smile on his face. "Oh, it turns out that you chose pink colored paper for paper-cutting today because you are in love?" I followed happily.

The proprietress smiled but did not answer, the paper-cut in her hand seemed to be a traditional old man riding a crane. "What kind of person is the other party?" I asked. At this time, there were only two people in the store, not busy, but there were five high school students crowded outside the transparent door, frolicking and jostling. I immediately recognized that it was the last time I randomly ordered "Huashan Lunjian: Depressed Ecstasy Coffee" That group, I don't know what they are planning. "An unmarried computer engineer in his thirties, who happened to be sitting near that glass of Kenya this afternoon, two people, two laptops, and things seemed to be endlessly busy." Albus also noticed the voice outside the door. Those brats.

It's a pity that Zeyu came here today.Looks like I'm a little less motivated tonight again. But I secretly looked at the expression on the paper-cutting of the proprietress, and I was really full of joy.My originally depressed mood gradually eased. On the menu in the store, there has always been an eye-catching "Madam Special" item, a cup of 99 yuan, and the note reads: You can chat with the proprietress, time?Talk for as long as you drink coffee. It's a mystery. I remember that the day I couldn't help but ask the proprietress, it was a cool Saturday afternoon in the second week after I was admitted to the "Waiting for Someone" coffee shop.

Before that day, a professor who had just returned to China to teach at Tsinghua University came to the restaurant for three consecutive days and ordered the "Ma'am Uncertainty Special" for three consecutive days.I remember he taught physics. ************* "So, everything in this world can be explained by the laws of physics?" The proprietress held the steaming hot coffee curiously. Today's coffee was a misshapen Blue Mountain coffee with a few lemon slices floating on it for no apparent reason. The physics professor's goatee was slightly stained with coffee, and he smiled firmly.

"Not quite, not quite. Analyzing the text from the perspective of Einstein's theory of relativity, you just made a short sentence with a total of twenty-three characters, but there are four contradictory points, or in other words, there are four logically inappropriate However, if we still look at it from the standpoint of Einstein’s theory of relativity, these four logically incompatible places will blend seamlessly without any contradiction.” The physics professor seems to die if he doesn’t write every word drop the same. As a member of the social group of high school students, I heard the mist behind the counter.

But I don't believe that students in the natural group can understand it. He is simply an academic gangster, he will die if he doesn't show off. But the proprietress didn't retort, it's a great self-restraint. She naturally talked with the physics professor from Newton's third law to the generation of the universe, and then from the theory of evolution to the technical issues of artificially manufacturing black holes in the movie "Tearing the Horizon". The two sometimes laughed heartily and sometimes frowned seriously , When it comes to the theory of cosmic expansion, the two of them are even more aggressive.

There is only admiration in my heart. However, the physics professor didn't come on the fourth day, and he didn't come on the fifth day either. On the sixth day, the physics professor came. But what he ordered was not "the proprietress is not sure about the special tune", but Arabian Mocha Java. I think the reason she didn't come a few days ago was mostly diarrhea, so I had to change the taste after returning to the store. The proprietress looked a little disappointed that day, sitting on the bar counter and flipping through the weekly news magazines alone, not going to the small round table to chat with the physics professor. The expression of the physics professor is also puzzled. The desire to give an academic lecture has been running wildly on his face. After drinking Arabian Mocha Java, the physics professor left disappointed. Since then, I have only seen him twice . Of course I was also puzzled. *************** The lady boss with a delicate face and almost no makeup is young. Although she has the word boss, she behaves like a doctoral student who doesn't plan to write a thesis. She reads magazines, reads books, and does primary school work in the store every day, such as making lanterns or building small houses with straws. . The only part that can be called "shop management" is probably that the proprietress will occasionally bring some knick-knacks for decoration, but it can't be called a project. However, the proprietress will personally prepare some ingredients for special single-origin coffee every day, waiting to make two cups at any time. Its full name is "The Boss Wife Uncertain Special Tune", referred to as the Boss Wife Special Tune. I'm not sure about the three words, because the proprietress's coffee brewing skills are less stable than mine. The proprietress grinds coffee beans by hand, just like a jade rabbit pounding medicine on the moon. It is clumsy and cute, but the ground coffee powder is always of different thickness, as if it was intentionally messed up.Then there is the brewing process, whether the proprietress uses a coffee press, drip coffee machine, moka pot, espresso machine, siphon coffee pot, or even a simple cloth filter, she always behaves like the first One time use is so clumsy, either soaking the coffee powder for too long, or opening the filter hole too large, in short, the quality of the coffee brewed every time cannot be guaranteed, and it is difficult to produce a good product. I suspect that without Albus, the store would close in less than three days. The word special tune, of course, is the ingenuity cooked by the proprietress herself. Sometimes put a few poetic rose petals on the fragrant and vigorous Kenyan coffee, or sink a few sour plums in the slightly sour Colombian coffee, and have also made germ coffee and other things that sound serious at first glance. strange things.These are not bad. Once I saw her put a freshly peeled orange into the already sweet Gold Coast coffee. Just, yes, purpose, intention, of. Of course, I also mentioned these strange phenomena to my family members. "Your lady boss is so weird, I see, I'll go over sometime and order that cup of coffee with diarrhea for the lady boss, and ask her why she's so weird." Dad concluded after listening to me. "Aliens must be aliens." So did my brother. "Is it really safe for you to work there? Will she run and set fire in private?" Mom was always overly worried. "Actually, the lady boss is very nice. Everyone has something strange, just like brother, he is the strangest person, but because you lived with us for too long, you didn't notice it." I said, watching quietly Brother, he is shaving his armpits in the living room with an idiotic smile on his face. The proprietress, who changes every day and only sells for 99 yuan, is not sure about the special tune, and only shares it with one caring person every day. Anyone who doesn't have a good food can enjoy a cup of coffee and chat with the proprietress as compensation for diarrhea. On that day, after the professor of physics drank the strange Arabian Mocha Java and got up to leave, I finally couldn't help but walked to the side of the lonely proprietress. "Miss Boss, can I ask you a question?" I had just entered the store not long ago, and I was not ashamed to ask people's privacy, but I couldn't suppress my curiosity. "You want to ask me, what does it mean that I am so bored and make two cups of horrible coffee every day?" The proprietress raised her face from the pile of magazines, her clumsiness only existed when she made coffee deliberately. "Yeah, I've only been here for a few days and I feel so weird, lady boss, why do you have to make coffee yourself and wait for customers every day, sometimes when it's almost closing time, I still see you reluctantly sitting at the round table waiting for someone to order the lady boss' special tune, If a customer orders, you will be very happy that day, if not, you will be disappointed?" I asked. The proprietress pretended to have discovered the secret, smiled wickedly, and then completely forgot about my question. That's it for ten minutes.I am, of course, embarrassed to continue asking. But I have always had a hunch that one day this mystery will finally be solved. When I untie it, I can see the clear eyes of the proprietress hidden behind the laziness. <13> "Sister Albus, I want... I want five..." A high school student who obviously lost in the boxing game stood shyly in front of the counter and muttered. It's still the same one, the one who ordered the Depressed Ecstasy coffee last time.It's really time to practice the technique of guessing boxing. "Five glasses of what?" Albus's facial muscles didn't move at all. "I want five cups... that... that... the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's Star-Attracting Dafa Hot Coffee..." High school students had a hard time memorizing it, and I laughed. "Eighteen yet?" Albus asked coldly. "Ah? Not yet." The high school student was a little shocked. "Eighteen Palms of the Subduing Dragon's star-absorbing Dafa hot coffee must be over 18 years old to drink, even a three-year-old child knows it, go tell your accomplices to order some other childish coffee." Albus refused. The high school students ran away, and returned to the group of foxes and dogs blushing, and then laughed again. "Young is beautiful, and you will be regarded as a hero if you do something stupid." The proprietress looked back at the group of noisy high school students and couldn't help laughing. I took a deep breath. "Miss Boss, do you remember that there is a question you haven't answered?" I looked at the Madam Boss who was very excited. I thought now might be a good time to get an answer. The proprietress looked at me and smiled, she immediately knew what I was asking, she was really a very smart woman. Her charm comes not only from a touch of maturity, but also from the laziness in her gestures. Only truly smart people can get this lazy and leisurely temperament. "I'm not alone all the time." The proprietress stopped the paper cutout in her hand and said to Albus, "Give me a decaf mocha java, I think, I'm going to start telling stories again." Eyebrows raised. Albus smiled of course. In just three minutes, Albus put a cup of hot coffee in front of the proprietress like magic. And there was a cup of hot chocolate in front of me.Albus told me with a very special look that she had already heard that story, and signaled me to put down the work at hand for a while. I agree, I'm a girl who loves to listen to stories and to focus while listening to them. I watched the proprietress drink coffee other than "the proprietress' special blend" for the first time. Compared with my hot chocolate, the decaffeinated aroma is slightly thinner, but it is refreshing without heavy burdens, much like the life of the proprietress I imagined in my eyes. Perhaps, this observation can also be added as a small record in my great "coffee/personality" notebook. "Once upon a time, I was a non-coffee drinker, like Albus." The proprietress smelled the aroma of coffee, and the faint steam caressed her slightly thin cheeks. "But I have a good friend who grew up with him. He likes drinking coffee so much that even I can't help but pick up the coffee and enter his world." The proprietress said, looking at the ring finger of her left hand. I was still young at the time, but I understood that there was the happiest position on a woman's body. "You like him a lot, don't you?" I guessed. "In the beginning, I didn't like it that much. I was just a simple childhood sweetheart. I thought that when we reached a certain point of divergence in our lives, such as graduating from elementary school, graduating from junior high school, etc., we would wear colors as a matter of course. Different uniforms lead to different lives, and like most people, I recall the short blessings that are dusty in the graduation yearbook.” The proprietress’s eyes were full of smug brilliance: “But no.”<14> On the day of his elementary school graduation ceremony, his parents unfortunately passed away in a car accident. When everyone was cultivating emotional fake crying for separation, I watched the instructor walk up to him and said a few words. When he heard this, he ran from the meeting place to the hospital in a panic. I didn't understand, so I asked the instructor for clarification. reason. After knowing it, I started to cry uncontrollably. He cried for several days in a row, and every night when he slept and closed his eyes, he seemed to see him kneeling helplessly in the corner of the funeral farewell in sackcloth.I was too sad to sleep. So, I summoned up the courage to tell my dad that I didn't miss the junior high school in the private middle school, but thought of the Changhua Junior High School he attended, which is located on Bagua Mountain, and continued to be his good friend and take care of his emotions so that he would not become his own. Close children or student hooligans. Fortunately, my dad was happy that I cherished this friendship, so he said yes. When he was in junior high school, he had no money to eat a nutritious lunch, so I brought him two lunch boxes from home every day. He didn't get good grades and was playful, so I escorted him to my house at night and served as his little tutor, teaching him until he knew how to do it if he didn't want to. And it was at this time that he saw all kinds of coffee-making utensils in my house. They were treasures collected by my dad who loves to drink coffee. Enthusiastically taught him all kinds of coffee, how to distinguish good coffee beans from bad ones, and even squatted in the yard with him to bake green coffee beans DIY with milk powder cans. When it came to the high school entrance examination, it was really a nightmare for me. I don’t know if it was because I was too nervous or I had a bad stomach. I got acute gastroenteritis on the second day of the exam. The only choice.As for him, he is really smart, and his entrance examination score is far higher than that of his first choice, Changhua High School, by 50 points. I think it's time to say goodbye. Frankly, I was sad because I wished my dad had unfinished coffee lessons so I could see him on the occasional night after class. But when it came to private high school registration, the first day of orientation, I was petrified. "Long time no see, please give me your advice from the most beautiful woman in the school." He was wearing a white shirt, brown trousers, and carrying a blue cloth schoolbag with a smile on his back, waiting for me at the school gate. Then bow deeply. I couldn't react at all, so I waved to him and walked into the classroom. Looking back, I didn't understand at the time that the emotion in my heart was something called "like". I also simply thought that we would be good friends for life. Later, I saw him hurrying away on his bicycle every day after school, and I found out that in order to pay the high tuition fees of private schools and repay his student loans, he worked in coffee shops every night. Heh, it can be regarded as applying what you have learned. My dad is very proud when he knows that his apprentice has finally become a master. I would occasionally go to that coffee shop to do my homework, and the boss and other work-students praised his craftsmanship as the best in the store, and the customers were very satisfied. "The number one beauty in the school, what would you like to drink today? We treat you here." He always smiled and wore a white apron, bent over to ask me, pretending to be a gentleman on purpose. "Whatever." I wanted to say that since he was treating guests, so be it. He serves coffee with different flavors every time, such as latte, mocha, espresso, Colombia, Sanhe River, Verona, Sulawesi, and a piece of small cake. Si inferior. Although the tip of my tongue is not particularly sharp, I can always feel the little special thing hidden in his craftsmanship after every different taste. But I still don't know how precious that little special thing is. So I made a boyfriend in the second year of high school, a senior in the third year of high school, tall and handsome, riding a red FZR shift car and wearing custom-made discount pants to school is the dream of every girl. "Sorry, I. "Don't be sorry, you never promised me anything." He said. "I'm sorry." I cried. "Don't be sorry, some things have already been decided from the beginning, and hard work is useless." He held back, not to let the tears fall. "I'm sorry." The girl buried her face in her hands. "Don't be sorry, but you have to understand that some things will not change in ten thousand years." He said firmly, "I've been waiting for you to be my bride forever." I think I broke his heart. Although I can still see him forcing a smile, bending over, stretching out his hand, and asking me like a gentleman: "The number one beauty in the school, what would you like to drink today? We treat you here." Then add a sentence: "Excuse me if I haven't had a chance yet. If so, don't forget to tap on the table to encourage me." However, my hands have never been stingy about conveying my emotions. He never spared his smile, and delicious coffee. So God gave him a chance, and also gave me a revelation. One month before the college entrance examination, he accompanied me to the post office to transfer a set of music CDs. At noon, there were many people coming to the post office to handle errands. He lay beside me and watched me fill out the transfer slip, giggling for some reason. Suddenly, two robbers rushed into the post office and yelled at the robbers to stay still. I was petrified, and he immediately hugged me tightly from behind.Half a minute later, I heard a loud bang of firecrackers.There was the sound of shattering glass and the screaming of the crowd. "What's wrong with you! What's wrong with you! Is there any pain?" He grabbed my shoulder in a panic and looked around me, I quickly shook my head to show that I was fine. "It scared me to death." He breathed a sigh of relief, but I saw blood on his right sleeve. I was outside the hospital emergency room, praying to God not to let him leave me. As long as he can still smile at me and serve me a warm cup of coffee, I'm willing to give us both a chance. Two hours later, the red light hanging on the door of the emergency room went out. I cried and laughed, stood in the corridor and wiped away the tears all over my face, inserted the calling card into the phone, and told the senior that I wanted to break up. After the college entrance examination, because his right hand had not recovered and he was half a beat slow in calculating the answers, he was not admitted to the national university and filled in the East China Sea in Taichung. When I helped him get his voluntary card to register, without telling my father, I secretly erased the number one "National Taiwan University Psychology" on my voluntary card with an eraser, and filled in a number that symbolized opportunity. Then, began a colorful college career. But I'm still stupid, even though I like him more and more. In the past four years, I was deeply afraid that once I was chased by him, he would, like many other boys in real life, lose the enthusiasm for love, lose the vitality of the original pursuit, forget to add that little bit to the coffee, yes Something very important to me. So I have never agreed to his pursuit, and watched him and the school girl holding hands and walking on the beautiful Avenue of Arts and Sciences. I cried and cried secretly for days in the bathroom. I bid farewell to the precious happiness with my own hands, and I never thought about the bitterness and bitterness he tasted after rejecting him again and again. I only care about preserving the happy time when he pursued me, but dare not join hands to challenge the unknown future. My heart was cut like a knife, and I realized how selfish I was in fact because I thought I had given so much. At the graduation ceremony, he was wearing a black dress and stood on the wide lawn in front of Lu Siyi Church with a somewhat lonely expression to take a photo with his classmates and school girls. I finally mustered up the courage to confess to him loudly while crying. Tunghai University graduation ceremony, big turf. Hundreds of people watched a farce. He came over and said he wanted to take a photo with me. "Go to hell! I don't want to see you again!" I cried and pushed his camera away. "I should be the one who said that!" He suddenly broke out. "How can you leave me alone... make coffee for me, read sincerely for me, study with me, pull me to skip class to watch movies, block bullets for me... ...Woo...it's all a lie!" I threw the flowers on the ground and cried loudly. "My hard work has been useless! It's useless! I've been chasing you for so long and you refuse to be with me. As soon as someone pulls you, you run away with them! What am I! Last month your netizens said you would Chasing you, you actually said you have to think about it?! What the hell! Am I not as good as a man you have never seen before?" He threw the camera on the ground and roared angrily. "Woo~~~~" I squatted on the ground, crying out of anger. He had never seen me messing around like this before, and half of his anger disappeared. "I'm sorry," he said with a sigh. "Don't tell me you're sorry!" I bit my lip and looked at the small wild chrysanthemum on the grass. "Sorry, I really can't catch you." He turned around and was about to leave. I'm leaving.going out of my life. "Don't go!" I yelled.Finally made up my mind. He didn't understand, but stopped. "I...I'm not wrong to be your girlfriend...I just want you to chase me all the time!" With red eyes, I said loudly: "I just like the feeling of you chasing me very much, I'm so scared, I'm really afraid that after you are with me, you will suddenly not want me, oh..." I kept crying, and he kept crying too. Hundreds of onlookers also cried together. "Don't leave me alone, do you know how... how difficult it is to find someone who is really willing to block bullets for me these days..." My nose mixed with tears . "You are the most right. If you don't leave, I will be stoned to the ground by everyone." The elementary school girl beside him smiled faintly. "Sorry..." he said apologetically, watching the elementary school girl run out of the crowd with her face covered. "Look here." He looked at my crying face, picked up the camera on the grass and pointed it at me. "Go away!" I covered my face, not letting him take pictures. "I don't understand. Tell me to go away, tell me you will die if I leave, and tell me to go away." He smiled and wiped the tears off his face. "I never said I would die!" I laughed sobbingly. "Marry me!" he yelled. "No!" I yelled too. "At least be my girlfriend! I haven't even held your hand!" he roared happily. I turned my face away, but I couldn't hide my happy smile. "Promise him!" said a long-haired girl in a graduation gown, wiping her tears. "Promise him, let me leave an unforgettable memory before graduation!" A boy with a basketball in his graduation uniform yelled. "Promise him!" "Promise him!" "Promise him!" "Promise him!" Holding the camera, he waited anxiously for the moment he had been looking forward to for a long time. I wiped away my tears and uttered the incantation he had been expecting for fourteen years. "Girlfriends are girlfriends." "Crack!" In the following four years, he finished his military service and found a job in Hsinchu, while I worked in a publishing house as a small art editor.Between us, we experienced thousands of cups of coffee again. One weekend, he happily drove me to Guanwu in Zhudong for a vacation in a new car he had just bought in installments, and even let me drive for a short distance secretly without a driver's license. "Xiao Mi, do you like the coffee I made?" He suddenly asked me seriously when we were having dinner at the hotel. "Of course I like it. Although I say casually every time, I will only answer that way if you cook it for me. Hehe, in fact, I would rather drink plain water than take a sip of coffee made by others. I'm jealous." I nodded. He smiled, very happy. It was the moment when the smile was the brightest since the day of the college graduation ceremony. "The coffee you make is so delicious, what if I can't drink such delicious coffee in the future?" I learned the classic dialogue from Stephen Chow's movie "The God of Cookery". "If there is such a day, I will teach you a way." He was serious but said something funny: "You just open a coffee shop, make a bunch of messy coffee all day long, call it the proprietress special, and then The content of each brew is different, the only thing that is the same, probably is that it tastes terrible? Then it is stipulated that this kind of bad coffee is only served two cups a day, one for yourself, and one for the proprietress. If you order the proprietress special If you do, you can chat with the most beautiful woman in the world and have a cup of coffee." "It's so boring, who would order this kind of coffee? Didn't it smash the signboard of my own shop!" I laughed. "It's not boring at all. If there is a person, rain or shine every day, even if it snows while walking, even if a tornado encounters a car, even if a major earthquake splits the road in front of him into several cracks, he will overcome all difficulties and knock on your door. , and said to you with a shy face: The proprietress’ special tune, two copies.” The more he spoke, the more serious he became, so serious that my nose became sour. "Then, he is your next true destiny. When you meet such a person, you must cherish him and don't let him slip away easily, because such a person carries the mission entrusted by me, with My nostalgia." he laughed. I cried.Then I kept beating him hard and scolding him, telling him not to talk nonsense, which made my eyes tired from crying for no reason during my good vacation. That night, there was light rain on the mountain, and he stood at the door and invited me for a night tour. Before going out, I looked at the calendar, April 1st. "I'm warning you, I'll be pissed if you propose on April Fool's Day." I hit him hard on the head.Even though I've turned down his marriage proposal a hundred times. He smiled mysteriously and opened his umbrella. <15> "and then?" The high school student who always loses in boxing games is lying on the counter, and his friends are crowded around the counter, forming a circle. I don't know which part of the story to start with, but they all leaned over. Chaos Point King also moved the chair a lot closer, and listened with his ears pricked up. At some point, Sumatra fell asleep in the arms of the proprietress. "Then, I'll be right here, waiting for someone." The proprietress smiled without tears or a hint of sadness. I cried. I didn't know how to ask, what happened to "him" in the end. But I know why the proprietress opened a coffee shop with almost nothing to do. Why is there a proprietress special on the menu.This is enough. "Auntie, why don't you cry when you are talking about these things?" the high school student asked. I had already noticed that he just secretly raised his head to let the tears flow back into his eyes. "The memories are beautiful, why are you crying?" The proprietress still looked at the empty ring finger of her left hand and smiled brightly. "Also, I'm not Auntie, I'm Madam! Watch out I told Albus to put rat poison in the coffee!" The proprietress glared viciously at the high school students on purpose. "Miss Boss, you have become Obasan at a young age, we will definitely help you." A high school student with a crew cut bravely said that he was almost hit by the proprietress' hand knife. "Help me!" The proprietress missed the second knife. "Help you put up the poster!" The crew cut high school student snatched the blade with his bare hands and grabbed the proprietress's hand. "How about putting up posters?" The proprietress felt amused. "I'm looking for brave men who like to drink bad coffee. You can marry the youngest Obasan in the world with 100 cups of coffee! And a cup only costs 99 yuan. It's worth a try!" The high school student who looks like a watermelon agrees . "The current high school students are so uncute." The proprietress reluctantly withdrew the knife in her hand, and then suddenly slashed the watermelon high school student's head, causing him to scream. I looked at the proprietress. What a beautiful story. I am honored to be able to work in this store. Accompanying the proprietress to wait for her real son, one day, he will bring another blessing and mission in the sky, and come to drink cups of unpalatable but full of happy expectations of coffee. I also hope that under the shadow of this romantic history, I can also wait for that person in my life. "Cough, I'd like to have a cup of the proprietress' special tune." Chaos Wang straightened his clothes and walked over pretending to be melancholy. Then we all stared at him with white eyes, and he had to cough twice, pretending that he hadn't said that sentence. After all, white rot is white rot, I just want to pick up the cheap ones. No sympathy at all.