writing coffee

Chapter 18

It's starting to cool down.

Another strong typhoon landed along the coast last night. Although it was only raining in this city, the cold air finally took advantage of the loophole to attack the entire southeast in one fell swoop. The sky was gray, as if the smoke had not cleared.However, it was the end of the battle after all, and the coldness that passers-by on the road could resist with a casual long sleeve was mixed into warmth by the heat of the south.

Qian Li said that this is a very awkward season when walking on the street: when the person wearing short sleeves across the street sees you wrapped in a coat, you think to yourself "Is this idiot so cold", and you look at the girl next to you wearing shorts and swear." Is there something wrong?"...

Haha, it can be said to be very vivid.While lazily picking the coffee beans in the small round sieve, I wandered endlessly.

Then, as the wind chimes rang, I discovered a problem. Qianli entered the door of "Writing Coffee" just like entering the door of my own home, and it became more and more familiar with the road.

"What are you doing?" She leaned over and asked curiously.

She is wearing a dolman-sleeved blouse today, which is loose and loose, but the cut is generous and the color is simple and elegant. From the elbows to the cuffs, there are personalized dark patterns, which look very design.

"What day is it today?" I asked without answering.

"Thursday, what's the matter?" She looked at me very puzzled.

"You don't have class on Thursday either?"

"Well," she scratched her hair, "yes, I took two professional classes in the morning, but none in the afternoon."

"Oh, what about at night?" I stared into her eyes and asked lightly.

"Um, there is an elective section..."

"Don't college students now have to do homework?"

She was originally made a little guilty by my attitude, and when she said "There is an elective", the ending sound was almost inaudible.However, as soon as I heard the word "homework", I immediately rushed over with an "Aww", "I'm here to do my homework! I did my homework well!"

After speaking, he opened the bag and showed me the laptop and books inside, with an air of "this lady's reasons are fully justified".

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, "How long have you not been home on weekends? Does your family know what you do every day?"

She immediately withered, and changed into a pitiful look who was ashamed and too embarrassed to let you down, and she was too embarrassed to look at me.

I was just feeling helpless for her to run here every day, and wanted to remind her to restrain herself, but now, I feel inexplicably sad.She looked like an internet addicted girl who went to the internet cafe to play games every day without telling her family, and she would be caught one day and taught a lesson.Then, she will quit one day.

I stared at the little braid with a colorful ribbon on her right ear, and said calmly: "Starting today, within one month, you are prohibited from taking the step of 'writing coffee'."

"Huh?!" She raised her head suddenly, as if she had been greatly frightened, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, "Why?!"

"No why."

"But--"

"No buts."

"...I was wrong about Murong!" She finally realized that I was serious, and began to cry and beg for mercy, "I know I was wrong! I will never come here every day again... I beg the store manager to take it back, ah, ah!"

I was unmoved and just watched with cold eyes.

"Is it okay for me to come when I don't have class for a whole day?...On weekends! On weekends...Is one of the two weekends okay?...I only come once a week from now on! Okay? Please ...Murong...Murong..."

I figured if I didn't respond, she'd keep calling my name until dark, so I said, "We'll see how you do in a month."

She let out a desperate wail, as if she had been sucked out of her strength, she lay on the bar with half her body like a salted fish, groaning.

After humming for a while, seeing that I ignored her, I raised my head while lying on the bar counter, and asked aggrievedly: "Then can I stay longer today?"

I glanced at her, "It's ok, you've come here, if I drive you away, it will appear that I'm very unreasonable."

She looked at me with an angry face, but I ignored her and continued to pick beans wholeheartedly.

After being quiet for a while, probably after adjusting his mentality, he leaned over again, "What are you doing?" Like a dog.

"Pick out flawed beans."

"Are these unroasted beans?"

"Ah."

"Wow, so green coffee beans are so ugly?"

"..."

"And so small! Do you want baked beans?!"

"Uh-huh."

"Really? Let me pick it for you! What kind of defect is it?"

I didn't bother to explain to her what shell bean bugs were called, cracked beans, dysplastic beans, "It looks different from others."

"Huh? There's something wrong with being different, right?"

I couldn't bear to look at her.

"Haha, no, I'm picking, I'm picking..."

After a while, "Is this one? What about this one? The color seems a bit dark..."

I took the beans she handed over without even looking at them, and threw them back into the small round sieve, smirking, "Thank you, I've already picked them out, and you didn't help me~" Then I turned around and put the beans away, no Ignore her laughing unrepentantly while saying "I was wrong" behind her back.

"Huh? Didn't you want to bake beans, why did you put them away?"

"I only have time after get off work."

"Oh, then I can't see it..."

"I didn't intend to let you see it."

"Woooo..."

I packed up my things and was about to make her a cup of coffee when a guest came in.

"Hello~ Long time no see!" A tall boy came in. He was quite handsome, with very regular features, but unfortunately he was too thin. He probably wouldn't dare to go out when the typhoon was blowing.

"Hello, are you taking pictures today?" He is a photographer. He used to take pictures nearby for a while, and he would come over for a cup of coffee every time. He is a customer who also likes to play hand pouring, and he has ordered several times from me. What about beans.

"No, I've been filming in another place recently." He walked in while talking, "I just passed by today, thinking that I haven't had a book-flavored coffee for a long time, so I came in. It's the same here, it's nothing It's such a good feeling to change..."

"Mainly because I'm lazy and can't keep up with the pace of coffee shops now." I joked.

The former coffee shop pursued a retro atmosphere, with wooden tables, dark sofas, dim lights, and the music played was jazz with vocals.The newly opened stores in the past two years pay more attention to the modernity of the store space. From the layout to the decoration, from the color to the decoration, they all pursue a sense of fashion design, especially the "frigid" style.

I discussed this issue with Xiao Churan, and I said that my "writing coffee" is really simple in comparison. He said that you are not simple, you are full of charm, these two words are far from each other .I have to say that Uncle Xiao still has a bit of literary quality.

"Where is it? You have a lot of style here!" He complimented solemnly.

"Haha, thank you ~ What are you drinking today?"

"What's new?"

"Try the honey-treated 'Tara Beads', not bad." I've been partial to this bean lately, and of course I've always favored the Costa Rican one.

"it is good!"

"Sit down first~"

"I won't sit down, I have something to do later, I'll leave after drinking." He said, and began to study the cup on the wall behind me, "Is that an oil drop cup? You still have this?"

"You actually know this?" I laughed, "Would you like to try it, it's not a good taste to drink coffee~"

It was an old cup with silver oil dripping. A customer who likes to collect porcelain insisted on giving it to me after seeing my cup wall.At the beginning, I didn't quite understand this cup with a bold and simple atmosphere, which seemed more suitable for drinking tea or wine, but when I put it together with a bunch of cups with different styles from all over the world, it was no surprise. No violation.What's more, no one said that the old cup can't hold coffee, right?

"Haha, you can have this!"

I chose the cup so happily. When I turned around and was about to pour it, I saw Qianli who was curious like a baby, and signaled with her eyes, still not doing homework?

Wait a minute, wait a minute and go.She winked and replied without moving her butt.So she managed to attract the attention of her photographer friend.

"Hey, you're waiting for coffee too? Did I jump in the queue..." He moved aside half-jokingly, and said very gentlemanly, "I'd better sit down, you go first!"

"It's okay, I haven't decided what to drink~" Qianli waved her hand and said openly.

When do you drink coffee and think about it? "Don't worry about her, she's here to do homework." I shrugged and said to the photographer.

"Haha, let me just say, she still looks like a student!" The photographer gave Qianli a kind and encouraging smile, "Are you going to take the college entrance examination next year, classmate?"

I turned around to get Douzi, turned my back to them and tried not to laugh out loud, when I heard Qianli answer solemnly, "Yeah, I'm going to be drowned by the mock test paper~"

It's really shameless...

Then, within a few minutes of making coffee, the photographer recalled vicissitudes of his high school days, and expressed his understanding and sympathy for Qianli, a "hard-working senior high school dog".Qianli accepted his kindness very frankly.

What a shame!

I had to finish the cup of coffee with a rare high efficiency, put it in a drip cup and handed it over, "Okay, you have a taste."

The photographer finally stopped communicating, picked up the cup and took a deep breath, "Well, the cherry smell is very prominent, and there is a little bit of honey, it smells very good!" Then he took a sip from the rim of the cup, "Well !Raisins, and... the taste of candied fruit, right? It's very rich!"

"Take another sip, take a big sip, and swallow it, there will be a lingering fragrance of flowers." I suggested.

"Yeah! This bean is really good, I like it."

"The sour taste will be more obvious when it cools down."

"That's right, the body is very thick. I'll take some back home and wash it myself! What is the ratio of water to powder?"

"One to ten. Come and get it next week? How much do you want?"

"500 grams, I have a new colleague who also likes hand pouring, tell him about 'writing coffee' haha!"

"Thank you~"

"I want to share something good with you. I'm leaving first. It's too late if I don't leave. See you next week!" He quickly scanned the QR code to check out, waved to me, and patted Qianli on the shoulder, "Come on, classmate. Ah!" and left.

Qianli waved obediently at his back, "Goodbye~"

I feel that she is challenging my three views, and I can hardly look at her directly.But she didn't realize that she had done something stupid. After the photographer had left completely, she turned to me and asked, "Can I still choose the cups by myself?"

"That is the exclusive right of individual guests, you are not in this 'individual'." In fact, I prefer to match coffee and cups for guests according to my own preferences and mood. The photographer just hasn't come for a long time, and I was too boring just now, so I picked it up.

"Hmph! I will design my own cup in the future, and put it on it to see my mood!" She announced angrily.

I gave her a provocative smile, "My 'wall of coffee cups' can't just put any cup on it."

"When the time comes, don't ask me to design it for you..."

"Wait and see, little designer." I lazily answered, ending the topic.

"I want to drink too—" She stretched her head and glanced at the menu, "Costa Rica-Taraju."

"Children can't drink coffee, especially those who are about to be overwhelmed by mock test papers, which will affect their performance in the college entrance examination."

"Hahaha……"

Laughing so loud I got a little headache and started cleaning the utensils.

"Murong."

"Ah."

"Can I learn coffee from you?" Her tone suddenly became serious, so I didn't answer right away. I wiped my hands and looked at her after cleaning everything up.

"Learn what?"

"Just, make coffee, and then taste coffee." She scratched her head, and then added eagerly, "I have always liked coffee culture, and I often went to coffee shops with my friends before. You know, I was only found out by my friend Amway "Writing coffee"? It's just that my previous understanding of coffee didn't go into the process of pouring a single cup of coffee, but I just liked the surrounding design and the environment of the coffee shop."

This is a very serious rhythm... I sighed secretly and didn't interrupt.

"Now, I am studying industrial design seriously and in a planned way, and I am not impulsive or anything, you have to believe it." She looked me straight in the eyes, carefully trying to get approval from my eyes, "Coffee is just a , an opportunity."

I am noncommittal.

She was not discouraged, thought for a while, and continued, "I want to join our school's 'Coffee Association', which is a coffee-themed design association, including print advertisements, packaging, interiors, and utensils, which are all related to coffee anyway." Yes, it’s just a student club. However, I think that any industrial design should be based on the practicability of the product, and practicability cannot be realized only by theory. I should really understand it through use. You ...Did I express myself clearly?"

"Very clearly," I said.

She smiled, "Then, can I learn coffee from you?"

"I'm not going to be a good teacher," I said bluntly, not evasively.

Her eyes darkened, but she still said, "But I'm a very good student, and I can make up for some of your shortcomings!"

I am not ashamed to say it every day... "I don't like to be a teacher for others. I don't know how to teach others, and I don't have the patience to teach others."

She showed a little gloomy look.She has always been in high spirits, positive and optimistic, as if she doesn't know the pain and helplessness in the world.It's really rare to see such a look on her face now, when she said she likes me last time... I'm pretty capable, huh.

But she quickly regained her fighting spirit, "Well, I knew that you are not someone who can be impressed by just a few words. The road is long and long... Just wait, I will come back!"

"Actually, if you drink too much coffee, you'll understand it naturally." I irresponsibly enlightened her, "As for making coffee, there are many coffee training classes outside, well, it's similar to the cram school you attended before. , Practice a few more times, drink the worst drink, and you will know how to drink it well."

She looked disgusted and didn't appreciate it, "Your suggestion is really important to me, thank you!"

"First of all, you need to have a thorough understanding of coffee," I continued, "and then you need a grinder, an electronic scale, a thermometer, a pour over pot, a filter, and a glass sharing pot. And some coffee beans."

"Wait a minute!" She began to take out a pen and paper in her bag, and took notes quickly, "And then?"

"Gone……"

She stared at me in disbelief, having difficulty breathing, "No more?!"

"Oh, and read more books." She showed a look of wanting to eat me, and I added slowly, "I don't mind 'occasionally' helping you answer questions."

Her whole body slowly came alive at a speed visible to the naked eye, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Murong! I love you!"

I wanted to take back what I just said, I didn't want to make coffee for her at all, so I poured a cup of warm water and sent her, "Go do your homework."

She took the opportunity to grab my hand and shouted again, "Murong! I love you!"

I had to remind her, "See how you behave in a month."

"No problem!" She said confidently, I think she has been dazzled by something, like a crazy rabbit, bouncing around to do her homework.

I feel a little tired...