Porcelain industry leader

Gu Qingchi returned quickly, and probably couldn't sleep, Song Yu smiled, and immediately sent another message.

A talented fish: why don't you sleep?Can you get up tomorrow?

Raising small fish in a small pond: Then I fell asleep.

! ! ! ! !

According to the normal mode, shouldn't you reply with something like "then you call me to wake me up"!Even if you don't know how to be ambiguous, it's always okay to say "you haven't slept yet" and then chat a few words when it's a matter of course!

"Ah..." Song Yu sighed angrily.

How did I come across such a wooden bastard as Gu Qingchi!

Is there still a chance to have a good flirt in this life!

He almost wanted to open Gu Qingchi's head with a drill to see what was inside!

A talented fish: I'll drop by to pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

Raising small fish in a small pond: It seems to be out of the way... I bought it and went to your house early.

A Brilliant Fish: You can do it when you get up.

Raising small fish in a small pond: get up.

Raising small fish in a small pond: Good night. [poop]

A talented fish: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Raising small fish in a small pond: wrong [Moon]

A Brilliant Fish: ...good night. [Two Shiba dogs tightly wrapped in a small quilt.jpg]

Gu Qingchi was lying on the bed, staring at the moon outside the window, watching it slide from the right to the left of the window, sometimes the moon would be covered by clouds, but it would appear again after a few minutes.

He really likes the feeling of watching the moon slowly emerge from behind the clouds, with a soft light bit by bit.

Can't sleep.

This was the first time he really felt something like pressure, it was overwhelming.

I used to feel very tired every day because I was afraid of uncertain factors and didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but this time it was different. It was really the heavy pressure brought by life, no, it can be said to be survival.

How a person survives is a serious problem.

Although I know that after this earth-shaking change passes, I will touch the long-awaited light, but I still feel a little uncomfortable to suddenly leave the circle where I have lived for so many years.

Haven't had insomnia for a long time.

When I was young, I suffered from insomnia because of my father's scolding, but I got used to it; later, I suffered from insomnia because of poor exam results, but I dropped out of school, and it was fine; and later, I suffered from insomnia due to wound inflammation, but the wound healed, and it was fine. .

So when this is over, it will definitely get better.

After not falling asleep all night, Gu Qingchi climbed up with heavy eyelids at five o'clock in the morning to repair the broken chair.

Dad's phone was on but no one answered it, and he took out the trash when he went downstairs.

It was only seven o'clock when he arrived at Song Yu's house, he hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Yu's number.

"Are you handicapped? Enter the password yourself when you arrive." Song Yu didn't even open his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and his words were full of getting up.

Song Yu's bedroom door was closed. After putting down his things, Gu Qingchi walked over and knocked on the door.

"Unlocked." Song Yu stood up from the bed with a dull expression, and scratched his messy hair.

"I brought you soup dumplings and mung bean soup." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu lost his temper as soon as he saw Gu Qingchi's face, rubbed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "Oh, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'll eat with you." Gu Qingchi said.

"Okay," Song Yu raised his hand and took off his pajamas, pointing to the closet and said, "Throw me a T-shirt here."

Lu Qingchi took off his shoes and stepped on the soft carpet, picked out a blue-gray one and handed it over.

"Pants." Song Yu lifted the quilt.

When Gu Qingchi turned around, he saw Song Yu standing on the bed, bending over and lifting his legs to take off his pajama pants.

He didn't pay attention to Song Yu's figure before, he thought he was quite thin, but he still has a little muscle when he took off his clothes, especially the shape of the legs is very good-looking, the lines stretched out are tight and beautiful, no matter what pants he wears, he looks slim payment.

Gu Qingchi watched him put on the T-shirt, and then put on his pants.

"Socks." Song Yu flicked his feet in the air.

"You might as well hire a maid to help you take a bath and change your clothes every morning." Gu Qingchi pursed his lips, squatted down, picked up a pair of socks from the drawer and threw them over.

"Why don't you come and be my maid?" Song Yu said with a smile.

"Master, what kind of flower petals do you want to sprinkle in the bath?" Lu Qingchi asked cooperatively, suppressing his voice.

Song Yu raised his head and laughed wildly at the ceiling.

Gu Qingchi walked back to the living room, squatted by the sink, stared at the pregnant woman inside and asked, "Why isn't it born yet?"

"I checked online, it will take more than 20 days to give birth, how many will I give you?" Song Yu said vaguely with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"I don't know how to raise them, just look at them. If I feed them to death later, I will feel very sorry for them." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then why didn't you think of being sorry for them when you ate fish?" Song Yu said.

"That's different..." Gu Qingchi said.

"Aren't they all fish? What's the difference?" Song Yu poked his head halfway out of the bathroom with a smile, "You still like to eat chicken legs, why didn't you think about sorry for those little dicks when you ate it?"

Gu Qingchi opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

Song Yu smiled and said, "When the pregnant woman gives birth, I call you to come and see."

"Okay." Gu Qingchi threw some bread crumbs into the water, he had never seen a big fish spawn a small fish.

"Did you chat with your dad last night?" Song Yu sat at the dining table after washing.

"No, he has been unable to get through the phone, and he doesn't know when he will come back." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then what are your plans for the future?" Song Yu asked.

"I don't know, I'm a little confused." Gu Qingchi held his chin and took a sip of mung bean soup.

"No matter what happens, your own life still has to go on. It's hard to decide to start a new life... You have to keep walking." Song Yu rubbed his head, originally wanting to say not to be fooled by others Things are entangled, but thinking about it from Gu Qingchi's perspective, I feel that this matter is simply impossible.

Gu Qingchi is not like him. He has been with his father for the past 23 years.

"Don't worry, I won't delay my work." Gu Qingchi smiled.

Song Yu sent Gu Qingchi to the door of the coffee shop and went to work.

After unscrewing the door, there were still those familiar scenes, but I felt that it was different from what I saw in the evening, as if it lacked a little mystery.

At this time, the lights were brightly adjusted, and there were no other customers in the store except a few waiters.

He immediately recognized one of the waiters in uniform as the girl who performed the magic trick. When the girl saw him, she nodded and smiled friendlyly, "It's not open yet, so we'll have to wait a little longer."

"Hmm..." Gu Qingchi didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

Although the club is not open yet, the mellow aroma of coffee is already in the air, which is very pleasant.

It so happened that Zhou Yanran came out of the back kitchen holding a sandwich, "Hey, Qingchi came so early."

"Ah." Gu Qingchi nodded a little cautiously, for some reason, Song Yu felt inexplicably nervous when he was not by his side.

Even though she knew that Zhou Yanran was easy to get along with, she always felt that it was because of Song Yu's presence that she became so easy-going.

"Have you had breakfast? There are freshly made sandwiches in the kitchen." Zhou Yanran pointed back at the back kitchen.

"I've eaten, thank you." Gu Qingchi smiled.

"Are you being polite to me?" Zhou Yanran raised her voice, and pushed Gu Qingchi to the back kitchen, "You're welcome, come here, eat something, it's a small piece and won't take up your stomach."

Ok.

is really easygoing.

Gu Qingchi was forcibly stuffed with sandwiches, waffles and two pieces of cheesecake, tried a dozen kinds of coffee, and ran to the toilet several times in the morning.

Coffee is really a diuretic - here's a summary of his work.

A 28-year-old boy and two girls are in charge of making desserts in the back kitchen. They arrive at the store three hours in advance every morning to start working, and are responsible for the supply of desserts throughout the day.

Making coffee is what every clerk has to learn, and a girl of the same age named Zhao Moli is in charge of taking care of him.

Gu Qingchi spent the whole morning in the midst of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm'.

Working in a coffee shop is not easy for Gu Qingchi, because there are too many things to learn. It takes him a lot of time to get familiar with the types of coffee, and he can't even pronounce the names of some coffees well. Fortunately, Zhao Moli is very patient, not only did not make fun of him, but also taught him tirelessly.

He is grateful.

Although he was dizzy and busy all morning, he still felt very happy.

Everyone here has a smile on their face, that kind of smile is so contagious that he can't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Taking advantage of lunch at noon, Song Yu sneaked into the cafe.

Gu Qingchi stood behind the bar and watched a girl draw flowers very seriously.

The little girl looked up shyly while putting down the coffee cup, "Do you want to try it?"

Gu Qingchi responded, and Song Yu went to the bar, raised his fingers and tapped the table with his knuckles, then Gu Qingchi raised his head, grinning with surprise on his face, "Why are you here?"

"Let's come and see you, maybe we should come for coffee." Song Yu found a stool and sat down.

Zhou Yanran who happened to pass by looked at him in disbelief.

Song Yu chuckled, turned his head and said to Zhao Moli without smiling, "A glass of American style."

Gu Qingchi was very impressed with the Americano coffee, it was so bitter and so bitter that it exploded. When he tried it in the morning, he felt like it was smashed with charcoal and mixed with some water. It was even worse than traditional Chinese medicine.

"Do you want some milk?" Gu Qingchi kindly reminded.

"No, just lose weight." Song Yu said.

"It's more bitter than bitter melon, can you bear it?" Gu Qingchi expressed doubts.

"You don't care." Song Yu looked at him with his chin resting on his cheeks. His mood is worse than bitter melon now. What does this girl's eyes mean?What are you doing staring at Gu Qingchi?Are the scars on his face so pretty! ?I won't fall in love with Gu Qingchi...

"Want to pack, handsome?" Zhao Moli glanced at Song Yu.

"Just drink here." Song Yu glanced back and forth between the two of them.

Zhao Moli took a coffee cup from the shelf and handed it to Gu Qingchi, "Just follow the steps I taught you just now and try."

Gu Qingchi opened his little notebook, Song Yu leaned over half of his body to take a look, and laughed, "Did you draw this ghostly talisman?"

"This is the secret recipe, you can't read it." Gu Qingchi stuffed the small book into the pocket of his apron like a calf.

"Hey, even if you come close to me, I might not understand it." Song Yu raised the corners of his lips, "Stingy."

After Gu Qingchi made the coffee, Zhao Moli clapped her hands aside, "It's pretty good."

Song Yu let out a small "tss", feeling inexplicably unhappy.

Picking up the coffee, he took a sip and rolled his eyes, "Damn, why is it so bitter."

"I told you to add some milk, but you don't want it, who is to blame." Gu Qingchi said while washing his hands.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, and his anger accumulated several points.

"Dinner is ready." A young man came in from the outside with several plastic bags, left a few boxes at the bar, and hurried upstairs.

While Gu Qingchi and the others were eating, Song Yu sneaked around the bar and threw two pieces of candy into the coffee.

"Why is it meat with preserved vegetables again? This meat is so oily." Zhao Moli opened the lunch box and sighed, then turned her head and asked Gu Qingchi, "Do you want to eat? I'm on a diet recently, let me eat it for you."

"Oh." Gu Qingchi never had too much meat.

Song Yu immediately turned his head and slapped the table, "Gu Qingchi!"

Gu Qingchi was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head, half a piece of flesh fell on the apron in fright.

"What's wrong?" He picked the meat into the trash can with chopsticks.

"You still eat this tonnage! Do you want to change eight yuan into one!" Song Yu patted his shoulder blade with a palm.

Gu Qingchi pointed at his nose innocently, and then glanced at his lower abdomen, "I've lost weight recently, okay?"

"Really?" Song Yu reached into his apron with lightning speed and touched it. Before Gu Qingchi could react, Song Yu had already pulled out his hand.

"It seems to be a little thinner." Song Yu smiled and put his elbow on his shoulder, "Then you eat, eat more."

Zhao Moli's expression froze instantly, as if she suddenly understood something, she silently pulled the lunch box back to her, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

oil?No oil!Pork with pickled vegetables is delicious!

Gu Qingchi stared at Song Yu's back in a daze for a while before realizing that he was taken advantage of again.

It was the first time in his life that he met a boy like Song Yu who always liked to touch people.

Imagine squinting and touching him like this all the time and blowing into his ears, and he immediately got goose bumps all over his body.

"Don't you have any old cows in your shop? Why did you arrange a little girl to be Gu Qingchi's master?" Song Yu sat opposite Zhou Yanran, crossing his legs.

"What's wrong with the little girl, she just graduated from this job, she has enough experience," Zhou Yanran clattered on the keyboard, raised her eyelids and glanced at him, "Hey, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you. It belongs to your friend."

Song Yu licked his lips, tiptoed and slid the chair beside Zhou Yanran, and said mysteriously, "To tell you the truth, my friend is good in everything, but has a bad problem..."

Zhou Yanran seemed to have heard some serious gossip, and immediately raised her head, "What's wrong?"

"He's just special—" Song Yu raised his voice, "Hua Xin."

"Really?" Zhou Yanran was quite surprised, she always thought that Gu Qingchi's stupid look was quite simple.

"That's right!" Song Yu slapped his thigh and said, "His flirting skills are second to none, and what he is best at is pretending to be pitiful and being cute."

"I can't tell..." Zhou Yanran felt incredible.

Song Yu looked earnest, "I'm afraid that the little sister who turned back will be hurt, you should remind those beautiful girls in your store, don't get too close to him, he is more Lustful, the highest record is to change five girlfriends in a week!"

"Five a week?!" Zhou Yanran's eyes widened, "That's not a girlfriend but a friend with benefits! Is your friend so... able to play!"

"Ah..." Song Yu smiled awkwardly. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have smeared Gu Qingchi's image too black, and he might be squeezed out by his colleagues later, so he immediately changed his words, "I was wrong, it was changed in five weeks. one."

"Oh... I was shocked," Zhou Yanran touched her forehead, "Then I'll turn Wang Cuihua into a group with him."

This kind of person who wants to be blocked as soon as he hears his name, Song Yu is very satisfied, "Don't look back, hurry up, talk for a while, I think they both have touched their little hands."

Zhou Yanran "tsk tsk" twice, "I see."

Gu Qingchi didn't have any opinion on who to work with, after three days, he was already familiar with all the names of coffee and desserts on the menu.

And under the careful teaching of Wang Cuihua, she learned to use coffee machines, grinders, ice machines and other equipment.

What he wants to learn most is latte art. Every time he sees Wang Cuihua latte art, he can't help but want to shake it, but the store is too busy these two days, so he doesn't have time to study it carefully.

On the contrary, Song Yu came over at noon for two consecutive days and packed more than ten cups of coffee to bring back to his colleagues.

Even though Zhou Yanran calculated the cost price for him, he still felt a bit pained seeing the money in Song Yu's wallet rushing out.

When he earns enough money in the future, he decides to give Song Yu a coffee machine.

When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Gu Qingchi finally received a call from his father. He greeted the foreman and went back early.

Dad's tone on the phone was a bit unpleasant, because the mahjong parlor has not been open for the past few days, and those uncles have called him to complain.

When he came home, he stopped by the vegetable market to buy some of his father's favorite dishes, and bought a dozen beers, ready to open up and have a good chat with his father.

Although he didn't think his father would be willing to open up.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, although he has been living under the same roof with his father, he is not in a state of interdependence. Sometimes he can’t see each other for more than half a month. He can definitely live very well without his father. Well, maybe Dad can feel freer?

Gu Qingchi lowered his head and sighed.

People always like to give themselves various reasons to make themselves feel better when they feel guilty.

On the way home from get off work, Song Yu's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and put on the bluetooth headset.

"Call me at this time, do you want to treat me to dinner?" He asked with a smile.

Zhou Yanran didn't pick up his words, and went straight to the point, "The friend you brought, are you very familiar with him?"

"It's familiar, what's the matter?" Song Yu was a little puzzled, and Zhou Yanran's tone sounded a little serious.

"Do you know anything about his family?" Zhou Yanran asked.

"I still understand." Song Yu didn't know why Zhou Yanran would suddenly ask this question. Song Yu became a little impatient when it came to Gu Qingchi's matter. He didn't know if he was having trouble with someone again or was acting bravely. "What's wrong with him?" ? If I accidentally break something in your store, I'll be fine."

"Oh, that's not true," Zhou Yanran said in a low voice, "It's just that there is something wrong with his ID card."

Song Yu froze for a moment, then frowned, "What's wrong with the ID card?"

Zhou Yanran paused and said, "His ID card is forged."

"Ah?!" Song Yu was startled, looked up and saw the red number above his head, and immediately stepped on the brakes, half of the car had already crossed the line.