Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

No one likes too many nice words, and they are free of charge. Although these two guests probably don't have anything good on them, it's always a good idea to make good connections. Even if a relative at home loses his mind during a wedding or funeral, they can still find these two Taoists, which can barely be considered as a connection.

With fresh and warm silver dollars in their arms, Feng Lan took Liu Qi to walk through the streets. When they came out again, the paper donkey following them was gone, and their clothes had been changed.

Feng Lan wore a loose moon-white cheongsam with a flowering banyan tree embroidered on her shoulders, which continued all the way to her waist and thighs. She wore a knitted jacket on the outside, her hair was loosely tied up, and a small mesh hat covered her eyebrows and eyes, making her look graceful.

Liu Qi also changed into a set of trousers, a shirt and a small vest, and wore a beret. He looked fair and clean, and his big, round eyes moved around and he looked very lively.

Holding the excitedly jumping Liuqi by the hand, Feng Lan walked into the concession without any sense of incongruity, and entered the coffee shop under the attentive gaze of some police officers.

The waiter at the door politely opened the door for them with a smile on his face. The wind chimes on the door rang, attracting some attention. People subconsciously glanced at the door, and after Feng Lan deliberately lowered her presence, they left a superficial impression of "woman + child" and then casually withdrew their gazes and continued the conversation.

A waiter in uniform promptly handed over a menu, but it was entirely in English. Liu Qi looked at the twisted insects on the slippery plastic-wrapped menu, poked at it, and couldn't understand it. He turned around and pointed at the coffee being tasted by a table of guests next to him, "I want that!"

The bent servant took a look and wrote it down in a small notebook. Feng Lan didn't even look at the menu. She was not interested in the bitter coffee. She tapped the table lazily and said, "I want a hot milk."

Liu Qi's voice was a little loud in the quiet coffee shop. Some people who were listening to music and reading turned their heads to look at them, frowned slightly, looked at them with an unfriendly look, whispered a few words and sneered, the sound was neither loud nor soft, just loud enough to be heard by others, including Feng Lan and Liu Qi.

Faced with this kind of implicit and invisible bullying, people who come to such a place for the first time will usually blush and feel more or less embarrassed or inferior. Also, because the other party does not mention anyone by name, taking the initiative to rush forward will most likely not get any good results, and will also make you appear to be unreasonable. The other party only needs to say lightly "I'm not talking about you" to be invincible.

For this kind of counterattack and slap in the face, there are usually the same yin and yang methods. Glance lightly, look at with an uncomfortable gaze, then sneer and cover your mouth and nose, and then say something ambiguous, such as "You are laughing like this, I wonder if you don't have the chance to drink hot milk normally", "You are surprised by something you haven't seen before", "Drink some milk to supplement your nutrition, it's better than some people who hold a book in their hands but have nothing in their heads". Of course, this method has a certain risk of being beaten, and it is not recommended for people with weak strength.

There is another way to show off your wealth and slap others in the face. You just need to give the waiter a small tip when you leave, and then imply that although the service in the cafe is good, some customers are obviously so shallow that it surprises you. They have never even had milk and are reading books in the cafe without knowing there is a library.

The last and most direct method is to stand up and walk over and ask the other person directly what he was laughing at. If the answer is not good, slap him in the face.

Liu Qi had good ears, so he naturally heard it. He followed their gaze and saw several young human men in black school uniforms. He curled his lips and muttered, "I'm surprised by what I've seen so far."

After thinking for a while, Liu Qi added another sentence he learned from the soldiers guarding the city.

"Bumpkin."