planted in her hands

She looked so serious that I was pretty sure she wasn't joking.

But her guess might be a little too outrageous.

"No such thing." I heard my answer, and I didn't want to say any unnecessary words, and I was still angry at her for always thinking that I was young.

She confirmed it again: "Really?"

"real."

She raised the corner of her lower lip and asked another question: "Then do you mind if I say you are young?"

"……Yes."

Now that she has said so, it is better for me to follow the answer, because I really mind, I am afraid that if she talks too much, she will really treat me like a child. In that case, even if she is not a straight girl, I will There was no hope either.

"Okay." She lifted her chin and looked indifferent again, "I won't mention this again in the future."

I nodded: "OK."

I looked at her dark and beautiful pupils, and began to add: "I hope that you and I are equal to sister Qingyao, instead of being treated as a little friend and little sister. I am very capable, and you don't need to give way because of your age." I."

Meng Qingyao glanced at the fruit I was carrying: "If I let you, I will carry this bag of fruit now."

"Ok!"

Meng Qingyao took me around a few more stores, and briefly introduced me. The words were the same as what Sister Dai said. After the tour, he took me back to the store, and then took me to the workbench. Start teaching me to recognize some tools.

"Jianqingshan" mainly sells fruit tea, and there are relatively few milk teas. The ingredients are all sorted, and it will make people feel clean and at ease at a glance.

When I was able to call out the name of any tool, Meng Qingyao gave me a booklet, and as soon as I opened it, it was full of the making process and proportion of the drink.

"The main thing is the ratio. If you master the ratio well, it won't taste bad." Her tone was not ups and downs. "The sales in the store will depend on the season. The best seller at this time is peach lemon tea. The ratio is on page 14. , how about you make me a cup first after reading it?"

I immediately turned to page 14, and it was indeed peach lemon tea.

"Okay." I said.

Wearing a mask, an apron, and gloves, I quickly started making the first cup of fruit tea in my life, while Meng Qingyao stood aside, with her arms around her, because she was taller than me, I felt somewhat There is a little bit of oppression.

Because this is the same as the invigilator standing next to the test site.

I didn't dare to look at her, I was doing what I was doing seriously.

First cut three slices of perfumed lemon and put them into a shaker cup, then shovel about 80 grams of ice cubes, and then beat them with a mallet until the ice cubes are broken into pieces...

I didn't say a word the whole time, and Meng Qingyao didn't make a sound either.

It wasn't until I finished this cup that I realized that my breathing was very light, and the feeling of the exam was even stronger.

And Meng Qingyao was no longer standing next to me, she sat on a chair, I brought over the fruit tea I made, and handed her a straw: "Sister Qingyao, I've made it."

Her head nodded: "Except for the slow movement caused by the need to read the booklet, everything else is fine."

I sat down opposite her. I don’t know how I look in her eyes now, but I think it’s most likely because I look forward to it, because this is the first serious cup of wine I’ve made in my life. Fruit tea, I look forward to the feelings of its guests.

Meng Qingyao seemed to have noticed this, she raised her brow slightly: "Haven't you done it before?"

"I've never done this before." I took off the mask, "At most, lemon and passion fruit are mixed with some honey. There is no technical content and no proportion. If it is sour, add honey, and if it is sweet, add water..."

Meng Qingyao pushed the glass forward and put it in front of me: "Then drink it yourself." She said again, "If it tastes good, please make me another glass."

The examiner became myself, which baffled me for a moment.

And Meng Qingyao was already looking at her phone again, her eyelashes drooped slightly, her face was calm, but the corners of her mouth had an obvious slight upward curve.

"Okay." I replied.

I don't know if it's because I added a filter to this cup of peach lemon tea. The first sip I drank made me feel shocked. This is actually a fruit tea made by myself. At this moment, I Immediately thought of my parents, if possible, I must show my hand in front of them in the future.

Perhaps it was because my expression was too exaggerated, Meng Qingyao raised her eyelids, turned her gaze to my side, and asked me involuntarily: "Is it so delicious?"

I hesitated for a moment: "I don't know..."

She chuckled lightly: "The first cup I made myself also surprised me, it tasted very different from the ones I bought before." She looked straight at me, "You must think so too. "

I got up immediately: "Then I'll make another cup."

"Go."

This time I tried not to read the booklet, but fortunately my memory is really good, I finished the second cup step by step from the beginning to the end, and put it in front of Meng Qingyao.

She took two sips and commented: "It's very good, and it will be praised for its deliciousness when sold."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was movement at the door, and I turned my head.

Today's first customer came to the store

It's just that this guest was still holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his arms, which made his intention of coming clearly clear. I took a look and sat upright again, seeing that Meng Qingyao's expression didn't change at all.

I coughed lightly, stood up again, and looked at the person: "Hi, what would you like to drink?"

This man is dressed casually and wears an expensive watch on his wrist. His facial features are relatively correct. He is not handsome but definitely not ugly. However, his height is at least 185 and his figure looks good, which is a condition for his appearance. Not bad people.

When he saw me, he was surprised: "Are you new here?"

"Yes, I am." I took another step to the side, trying to stop him, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

He smiled: "I'm sorry, I swear, I only drink what Miss Meng makes."

"..." I felt like vomiting.

He put the glass he brought on the table, still with a smile on his face, his eyes fell on Meng Qingyao's face: "Miss Meng, I want to drink pomelo and see pear, because I saw you again gone."

I still wanted to vomit, but I didn't show it, I just felt that he was a little oily in my heart.

Meng Qingyao is obviously used to this kind of scene, she still has no superfluous expression on her face, wearing a mask, gloves and an apron, a series of actions without procrastination, she started cutting pineapples, I opened the door and entered the workshop, and asked softly : "Do you need me to help you? Sister Qing Yao."

"Okay, take a peeled grapefruit from the refrigerator."

I do.

But the man's gaze made me feel uncomfortable. As soon as I turned my head, I could see him leaning against the bar counter, looking leisurely. He seemed to enjoy the waiting process very much.

A cup of pomelo was ready shortly after seeing the pears. Meng Qingyao came to the cash register with a blank expression: "12, thank you."

She said, "I'll sweep you."

"Miss Meng, would you like to scan my WeChat?" The man settled the payment and asked with a smile. He was still holding the bouquet of roses, and he lowered his head and sniffed it as he spoke.

I watched all this from the sidelines, and I had a bottom line in my heart.

It turns out that this suitor didn't even add WeChat, really.

Not only do I have Meng Qingyao's WeChat account, but I also have her cell phone number.

Does Yu Wenshan have the same dishes?

My mind shifts.

Meng Qingyao's face turned colder, and the answer brought me back to reality: "I want to kick you out."

"Miss Meng was joking." The man put away the phone, put the roses on the stage, and then left with the glass filled with the drink.

Before leaving, she turned around and gave Meng Qingyao a wink: "See you next time, Miss Meng."

I glanced at Meng Qingyao, and clearly saw the speechlessness on her face, she also caught my gaze, and turned to meet mine.

I cleared my throat: "Sister Qing Yao..."

It was a little embarrassing to see this scene.

Meng Qingyao took off her gloves and washed her hands, without looking at me again: "What's wrong?"

"These roses..." I looked at her profile, "What should I do with it?"

It's not a big bunch, I counted it, and it's about eleven. The common meaning is a lifetime.

Meng Qingyao pulled a towel to wipe her hands. Her hands are very beautiful, with well-defined joints, white and slender. Even if she pats her hands alone, many people will like them. What's more, she has such a beautiful face. He shook his head.

Meng Qingyao came out of the workshop while talking, she looked at the roses: "It's still quite fresh, let's make flower cakes."

She asked, "How is it?"

"Ah?" I was stunned for a moment, I thought she was thinking of throwing it away, because her attitude towards that man was very ordinary, I didn't expect to make it into a flower cake.

"Okay..." I said.

Meng Qingyao sat on the chair again and stirred the cup of peach lemon tea I made for her: "But for the flower cake, the waiting time is a bit long, because the rose sauce needs to be brewed first, and when the sauce is ready It’s time to make flower cakes.”

I sat down opposite her: "Okay."

After a while, Fang Suyue came down, she was not surprised to see roses appearing here: "Oh, someone came to send flowers to our sister Qingyao again, what should I do this time? Or make it for me Rose bath salt, shake it gently, I liked what you made last time."

I smiled and answered: "This time I make flower cakes."

Fang Suyue was sitting next to Meng Qingyao, still waving her cattail fan: "Flower cake?" She looked at Meng Qingyao suspiciously, "Why do I remember that you don't eat much..."

Meng Qingyao stopped swiping the phone screen, she glanced at Fang Suyue, then raised her chin to me, and said, "Chi Du likes it."

I watched her lips move: "I clicked into her circle of friends by mistake and saw it."

Fang Suyue: "If you read it, you will read it, and if you are late..."

I:"……"

Meng Qingyao's eyelashes trembled: "Well, then it's not a delay."

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Come late, come late, I punish myself with three cups of AD calcium milk