writing coffee

As a barista, I don’t have much research on wine—hehe, there seems to be some logical relationship... Until now, I can’t tell the difference between “brandy” and “whiskey”, nor can I be sure about “white wine” and “rice wine” Is it the same kind of wine? When I was young, I read some books about wine arty, but now the only thing I remember is that wine is made from grapes.

I'm pretty much a teetotaler, except for beer, for reasons that are a bit embarrassing.

When I was in college, all class gatherings, departmental friendships and other activities were held at food stalls or KTVs, and the content of the activities was either eating, chatting and drinking beer, or singing, chatting and drinking beer. theme.

Beer stands out as the first choice on the list of drinks for college students' parties. The main advantage is that it is low in alcohol and cheap. However, it is still alcohol, and if you drink too much, you will get drunk. Some people may get drunk after just two sips.So if I participate in this kind of activities too much, it is inevitable that I will encounter a few drunken ugly people, and one day I will suddenly wake up, what will happen to me when I am drunk?How much can I drink before getting drunk like this?

Young people are very exploratory, especially when there are like-minded people around you.But experimenting with beer is too silly, you will die before you get drunk, right?I still clearly remember that day when my roommate and I went to the supermarket to pick up a few bottles of liquor with a temperature of more than 30 degrees and returned to the dormitory and closed the door to finish drinking them.Then I didn’t know how many bottles I drank until I was so drunk that I passed out. I didn’t know until the next day that I vomited after drinking, or someone else cleaned up the mess.

This incident proved that I am not a person who can be put down with just one or two glasses of liquor, and it also proves that I am a person who can still taste alcohol-sleep after throwing up, and I am not at all long-winded and drunk.But it left a hangover, after that time, I just smelled alcohol and felt sick, like eating chocolate...

"In my opinion, people who don't know how to appreciate fine wine are as illiterate as those who don't know how to appreciate art." Xiao Churan pretended to shake the glass in his hand, and the ice cubes collided with each other in the amber liquid, creating a pleasant sound. It is a pity that it was drowned in someone's sensational moaning: "It is said that a thousand cups of wine is too little for a bosom friend, but I think half a cup of wine is too much for an illiterate person. Alas, careless making friends and meeting people are not good!"

If I was guilty of this man two seconds ago--anyone feels guilty belatedly after saying "this bottle is beautiful" to a bottle of expensive Irish whiskey--then Now, the guilt has evaporated in an instant.

I pointed to a tabby cat wandering by the trash can outside the door, and sighed in pity: "Oh, poor Xiao Churan..."

"Hahahaha..." Someone laughed out loud.

Xiao Churan turned around, and said earnestly, "Little friend, your smile is really low. Come on, drink some wine to improve it." He poured half a glass into the other glass as well.

Jian Qianli raised the glass and touched the wall of his glass lightly, then put it to her lips and took a sip, and commented with style: "Well, good wine!"

"Hahahaha..." This time it was Xiao Churan's turn to laugh out loud. He reached out and patted Jian Qianli's shoulder without any scruples, and said with a strange face: "I just like children with such potential." , your Uncle Xiao will cover you at 'Writing Coffee' from now on!"

I stared at him dumbfounded, can't it be, just took a sip and that's it? "I thought you at least said 'the whole kapok road' or something, good luck~" The kapok-planted road outside the door is the kapok road.

Jian Qianli didn't seem to mind someone's virtue at all, and asked me for a disposable tasting cup with great interest, and poured a little from her half glass, "I'll take it out for Uncle Xiao to taste. Taste it!" Then he walked straight to the door.

Xiao Churan looked at me in disbelief, and asked silently, "Where did you find such a cute little girl?"

I shrugged, "Guest."

Jian Qianli had tiptoed down next to the flower cat, and put the tasting cup by its mouth.The flower cat was a little wary at first, and moved back a step to lengthen its body. Seeing no movement from Jian Qianli, it stretched out a front paw to test it, and finally succumbed to its curious nature, and sniffed at the edge of the cup. Then he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked a small mouth... Then he seemed to have sneezed a lot, bounced off his body and ran away in a panic...

Jian Qianli turned around to look at us stiffly like a wooden man, with a clear look of bewilderment and innocence like the culprit.

Xiao Churan was about to laugh like crazy, he slapped my bar hard with one hand, leaning forward and backward laughing, his already precarious image completely collapsed.Fortunately, I had the foresight to hang the sign of "Closing, Do Not Disturb" outside the door early, and there were no other customers in the store at this time.

Jian Qianli threw the cup casually, walked in nonchalantly, and the newborn calf commented fearlessly: "Uncle Xiao is so agile~"

I couldn't help but winked at her to show my approval. As for "Uncle Xiao", this title may not be changed.

Xiao Churan really regarded himself as an uncle, and he recruited Jian Qianli to his side with a smile like he was recruiting a child, and he didn't know which uncle he learned from him: "What's the kid's name? What grade are you in?"

It's really embarrassing!I casually grabbed a rag and threw it at his face, "Show some face, young man!"

The shameless young man escaped with agility, and the dishcloth fell lightly on the ground. Jian Qianli bent down to pick it up while smiling, and only replied when she handed it back to me: "My name is Jian Qianli, read... " She dragged on the last note and thought for a while, "Grade 13!"

Then I watched sadly as Uncle Xiao stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one, and suddenly realized: "Oh! I just went to college!"

Seeing that he was about to change his self-identification from "uncle" to "senior brother", I made a decisive decision: "Uncle Xiao, help me take down Ireland, thank you."

"Are you going to make coffee?" Jian Qianli really lived up to my expectations, and immediately came over and left her Uncle Xiao out of the blue.

"Uh-huh."

The last time I promised her to make an Irish coffee, it took more than two weeks. In addition to not having whiskey, I actually had to wait for a coffee bean.

In a well-adjusted "fancy coffee", the content of coffee liquid usually only accounts for a small part, and most of the rest is milk, syrup or cream or even water, so in order to avoid the taste of coffee from becoming a foil, A full-bodied espresso is the smartest choice.As a "cocktail" in the coffee world, Irish coffee is unavoidable.

However, the espresso machine I used to keep warm in the winter is no longer there, and the Mocha and French press are long gone, so I had to settle for the next best thing and choose a siphon pot. Mandheling coffee should be something Jian Qianli can look forward to.

In my impression, the coffee beans produced in Southeast Asia have a strong taste, especially the Robusta beans in Vietnam, which almost left me with a "shadow".Many people use the word "earthy" to describe the coffee flavor in Southeast Asia. I think this is a very polite term. If I were to describe it, I would say it is "earthy". I hate this taste. "Fishy" is the most derogatory word I can think of to describe food.

Summer afternoons in the south are very muggy, the ground is hot, and a dark thunderstorm is usually brewing.As soon as the shower started, sporadic bean-sized raindrops hit the ground heavily, just like a drop of water dripping into a heated oil pan. The smell from the chemical reaction at that moment permeated the entire land into pieces, like a diffuse Like the miasma in the forest, it is almost suffocating.This smell is "earthy smell".

Fortunately, this flavor is not obvious in Mandheling, and it is even completely suppressed. It is replaced by an unusually thick taste, a rich mellow aroma, and a bitterness like a thorn.The hand punch is not enough to explain its depth.

"Tsk tsk~ No matter how you look at it, you earned it!" Xiao Churan held the set of cups, looking like a philistine who wished he had something broken by Jian Qianli and then claimed compensation from her, and suddenly changed the subject: "Actually Are you Porcelain?"

I was almost laughed at by him, so I had no choice but to sneer back: "Hey, why are you still here? Just bring the wine, thank you for your hard work, bye~" By the way, it also affected Chi Yu, "Qianli, can you send me your Uncle Xiao?"

Xiao Churan then looked at Jian Qianli pitifully.

I think, if it wasn't for his exaggerated acting skills, she might turn to me and beg me according to his wishes, but unfortunately, Jian Qianli said obediently: "Please close the door for us when Uncle Xiao leaves, thank you! "

Children can be taught!

Xiao Churan looked at her in shock, as if seeing Little Red Riding Hood turned into a big bad wolf, and then shamelessly said to me in the shape of Xizi holding a heart: "I feel that I have been hurt, and I need a cup of Irish coffee to heal me ~"

Although his unpretentious pretentiousness seriously polluted my eyes, I didn't bother with him about a cup of coffee. After all, we were friends, so I told Jian Qianli: "Don't forget to leave a sip for your Uncle Xiao later. .”

"Good~"

Xiao Churan looked up to the sky and sighed, and finally realized that he had no chance of winning with the huge disparity of one to two, so he decisively changed the subject: "I can't believe that there are still utensils heated by alcohol lamps, I thought this thing had degenerated into an antique It’s just for viewing and collection.” He watched me lift the lid of the base of the alcohol lamp and add alcohol to it, posing as an academic researcher.

"I don't understand very well. The alcohol lamp is very troublesome, and you can't adjust the firepower at will. The siphon pot is equipped with a light-wave oven." I pointed to the siphon pot next to me to cook Mandheling, and added: "No matter how bad it is Use a gas stove. I feel that this set of Irish coffee equipment has not been improved since the day it was invented, is it because it is too small, and no designer is willing to waste time for her?"

"Well, industrial products with both functionality and ornamental value are rare after all." Xiao Churan pointed to the rose flower on the alcohol lamp and asked Jian Qianli: "This is also painted by your friend?" I don't think he did Just looking for something to say, could it be that Jian Qianli drew it herself?

"Uh..." Jian Qianli hesitated inexplicably, and I was also apprehensive, staring at her unconsciously, right?She seemed a little shy from being stared at by me, but she still generously admitted: "Actually, I drew it."

"You studied art?" Did she regard surprising me as a daily routine?

"What question are you asking?" As soon as art was mentioned, Xiao Churan, a professional, immediately waited for an opportunity to retaliate, showing unreserved contempt for me, "Do you know how broad the scope of art is? Don’t people who eat and drink think that art is just painting?”

"My God! What the hell is eating, drinking, and drinking? That's called catering service! Can't you art people have a bit of literary accomplishment?" Just as he was about to label him "illiterate", he saw that he wanted to The cannibal stared at me, and I quickly changed my words: "Yes, excuse my ignorance, how should I ask? You learned to draw?"

Xiao Churan gave me a look of "rotten wood cannot be carved", and asked in person: "What major do you study?"

I:"……"

This time, Jian Qianli, who was identified as having a low laugh point, did not smile. She looked at me and thought about it for a while, as if she suddenly forgot what major she studied, and answered after a few seconds: "Industrial design. "

"Haha, is it true or not? Fate! Come, drink some wine to celebrate!"

Xiao Churan took the opportunity to raise the glass, and Jian Qianli actually clinked the glass in cooperation, as if intending to drink it all down?

I crossed the bar and took her hand holding the cup, "You don't think my place is a bar, do you? I'll have coffee later ~ Uncle Xiao, pay attention to your image, don't spoil underage girls—"

"I'm an adult, Murong..."

"That's an adult girl too! Besides, fate is crazy, you didn't study graphic design? What's the matter with you in industrial design?"

Jian Qianli put down the glass obediently, and deliberately put it out of reach to show her cuteness, while Xiao Churan finished the glass of wine with a sad face.

"You double illiterate who doesn't understand fine wine or art, do you know what industrial design is?"

Not being ashamed to ask questions is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. "What for?"

"That's it—" Jian Qianli replied quickly: "I can help you design an Irish coffee cup with a light-wave oven or a gas stove base."

I was stunned!All right? "Then, if I think the shape of the siphon pot is not very good-looking, can it be improved?"

"Yes, but I'm not very good at learning, you have to wait for me." I was just joking, but she answered very seriously, like a child saying "I can protect you when I grow up." Similarly, with commendable sincerity, if this topic is too insignificant, it would be difficult to sublimate any noble feelings, and I am almost moved.

"No problem, before you come back from your studies, I'll make do with this first~"

Then I brewed a cup of mandheling in a siphon pot, and spent a few minutes roasting the coffee sugar in the Irish whiskey on the alcohol lamp. The cream was sprinkled with a thin layer of cocoa powder, and the glass was placed in front of her.

She rolled her eyes, shuttled back and forth between Xiao Churan and me, and seemed to realize a problem until now - I only made one cup of coffee, and it was an inseparable cup of coffee.

I pointed at Xiao Churan: "Leave him alone, it's not like he hasn't had a drink."

Xiao Churan pointed at me: "This guy doesn't drink alcohol or butter, and I helped her taste all the Irish she cooked before."

Jian Qianli looked at me in surprise, and I felt betrayed.

"By the way," Xiao Churan said again suddenly. I felt he had nothing good to say. Sure enough, he had a wretched face—that lock of hair helped a lot—and asked Jian Qianli: "Do you know why this place doesn't sell it?" Coffee with milk?"

"Hmm... because the sound of frothing milk is too loud?" It could be heard that she was not confident in the answer.

"Haha, did she tell you this? Did you believe it?"

"Actually, I've always been skeptical..." She glanced at me cautiously and asked her uncle, "So why?"

I suddenly didn't want to continue pampering Xiao Churan's villainous heart, so I decided to confess myself, and replied in seconds: "Because I don't like drinking milk."

Jian Qianli looked at me and was speechless.

I touched my nose guiltily, as if it was a bit too much?But this is not my original intention! "Okay, let's try it quickly."

She obediently raised her cup, took a sip of the coffee mixed with cream and alcohol, tasted it seriously, and took another sip.

"How?" Xiao Churan couldn't help asking.

She didn't answer the question, but licked the cream on her lips, thinking.

I was about to make fun of her for taking the tasting too seriously when she suddenly said, "I don't understand why the bartender didn't say anything from the beginning to the end."

She was talking about the bartender who invented this Alan coffee in the legend. Anyone who has a little knowledge of this coffee has heard of it. It is a sad story. The bartender never told his beloved woman this It was specially concocted for her, and he never even said he liked her, and she didn't know anything about it until she married someone else.

I feel like I'm in the same mood as any parent whose child asks the "origin of life" question.At this time, the attitudes of parents all over the world towards this issue can basically be divided into several categories: the serious academic type, the unpredictable type and the nonsense type.

Xiao Churan belongs to the second type.He said: "Little friend, the relationship between adults is complicated. You can't say everything casually, and you don't have to say everything! When you grow up, you will understand..."

"I don't need to tell her what I did for her, but I at least let her know that I like her." When Jian Qianli said this, she straightened her back with a firm expression that I had never seen before. It was as if she already had someone she liked that she at least wanted to let the other party know.

"I think maybe it's because he just 'likes' her, know what I mean?" I'm clearly in the third category.

But Jian Qianli looked at me straight in the eye, nodded with certainty, "Well, it must be so, he just likes it."

I felt dumbfounded, but then I thought about it, isn't it, when we were young, we all believed that we picked it up from the garbage dump...