[Nie Wei] Coffee Shop

4. cats and dogs

The hot latte in the white porcelain cup is smooth and sweet, sweet and full-bodied. Although it is not the Mocha that Wei Zhuang is used to, the unique fragrance of the latte also has a special taste.

The freshly baked egg fried rice is dotted with a few green soybeans and a fried egg. The rice is mixed with diced mushrooms, cucumbers, and ham.

Wei Zhuang dug out the yolk from the fried egg with a spoon and put it on the side of the plate before he took a bite of the white part of the fried egg.

Gai Nie didn't say anything when he saw it, but thought to himself that Xiao Zhuang was still so picky.

The two of them just ate slowly while the other watched, neither of them said anything, making the proprietress want to doze off.

When there was only one third of the meal left, the purple wind chime on the glass door rang.

A child with a weedy hairstyle pushed the door open and walked in, carrying the hot breath outside: "I want a Big Mac waffle cone!"

Wei Zhuang sat facing the bar counter at the entrance, so he raised his eyes and saw that it was Jing Tianming, the second-hand son of Jing Ke, the second-hand second-in-command of the Mohist Company who also lived in this community.

"What flavor?"

"chocolate!"

"Ten dollars." The proprietress looked at the child's dirty hands, first wrapped the waffle cone with a napkin, and then skillfully made a big torch cone with the ice cream machine: "Here, take it."

"Thank you, Auntie!" The polite boy Tianming didn't even notice the face of the proprietress's face darkened in an instant, and his attention was all on the ice cream cone in his hand.

The proprietress smiled and stretched out her hands to rub Tianming's weed-like hair, and said softly, "Tianming will go to middle school after the summer vacation, right?"

"Yeah! I'm in the same class as Yue'er!"

"Well, then the 12-year-old Jing Tianming..." The landlady's tone suddenly became so gloomy that it made people's scalp tingle, she grabbed Tianming's fleshy face and twisted: "How many times have I said that! I'm only ten years older than you, don't call me auntie!!!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows... Thought I couldn't beat you!"

Regarding this, the proprietress, who was fully aware of Tianming's weight, said coldly and noblely, "Hehe."

Wei Zhuang: No matter how many times I watch it, Jing Ke's son is still so stupid.

"..." Gai Nie turned his head silently, speechless: "..."

"Uncle!" Tianming's eyes lit up when he saw Ge Nie: "Uncle, save me, Uncle!"

Wei Zhuang: "..." Uncle?

Gai Nie: "..." Tianming.

The sun was scorching outside the house, Tianming squatted next to the kennel and licked the ice cream cone. The big yellow dog, a breed of Chinese Garden Dog, lay down in the kennel and yawned lazily, with three puppies huddled in its belly Grabbing milk to eat, from Tianming's perspective, you can only see their little buttocks squeezed into a ball.

"Hey, when on earth do you want me to take Xiao Ming back?" Tianming saw the cute little butt and tail wagging, and reached in to grab the puppy's tail to tease the puppy.

"I told you when you still want to raise them after weaning them." The proprietress held a dog food made of minced meat mixed with eggs, milk, soaked dog food and other messy things - this is for the day Mom's Ah Huang eats—squeeze the sweaty Tianming away: "Don't play with the dog while eating."

"I've been born for more than 30 days and haven't been weaned yet..." Tianming stuffed the melting ice cream into his mouth, and his teeth chattered from the ice: "&$%#..."

"What do you say?"

"You said why did that strange white-haired uncle know my uncle? They have nothing in common."

"No, there is, but you little brat can't see it." You don't understand the passion between the two of them.

The proprietress resisted complaining about the child's lack of eyesight, and secretly took out her mobile phone to take a sneak shot.

Tianming pointed to the proprietress' cell phone: "..."

"You can take Xiao Ming home this afternoon and return it at night."

"make a deal!"

Gai Nie Weizhuang sat there chatting.

"Leave a number, so we can contact you next time." Gai Nie took out his mobile phone and left his contact information. Wei Zhuang did not refuse, and used his mobile phone to record the other party's contact information.

"Next time, make an appointment to have a meal together. I just know a few good restaurants."

"Are the buns you made delicious?"

"..."

"I'm not interested in a restaurant that can't even compare her fried rice."

Feeling extremely honored to be "her" proprietress, she immediately took a few more photos of Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang left, and Mimi, who happened to be back, jumped onto the table, but was not greeted, and looked at her owner who was still giggling, and stuck her paws on it.

"Aww, it hurts!"

Gai Nie took a sip of the cold coffee, poked the egg yolk left on the plate with Wei Zhuang's used spoon.

Xiao Zhuang is really like a cat. He has to eat delicious food and drink carefully. Only when he is happy can he pinch the pads and stroke his fur.

"Uncle, Uncle, the proprietress allowed me to take Xiao Ming home to play!" Tian Ming showed off to Gai Nie with his little yellow-haired puppy in his arms: "Uncle, come to my house for dinner tonight! My dad bought a roast chicken." !"

"Okay." Gai Nie patted Tianming's head, almost seeing the wagging tail behind the child.

Sure enough, dogs are easier to please than cats.

After confirming that Gai Nie and the others had gone far away, the proprietress quickly took out her mobile phone and sent a photo she secretly took to the friend on the other end, with the text: [Yo Yo Yo, do you still remember the bet we made last year?Mr. Wei really likes men!Hurry up, send me a red envelope hahahahahahahahaha...]

I don't know if it was because she was laughing so wildly that even God couldn't stand it anymore. The proprietress suddenly felt that something accidentally fell into her throat [probably her own saliva] and choked her to cough.

A purple lisianthus petal dangled on the wooden floor.

Here, Wei Zhuang, who returned home, immediately canceled his vacation ticket to the Netherlands the day after tomorrow with his mobile phone.

Gaine is more interesting than vacationing.

Wei Zhuang put down the phone with a smile.