Chapter 4:

Senbei returned to the room with the bag and put it next to the screen.
The gray and yellow old paper bag has no patterns on it, just two simple and concise words, which are pleasing.
Senbei carefully set aside the cup of strawberry milk lid, held it in his hand, his fingers were slightly cold.
In the water-red translucent liquid, the swaying strawberry pulp can be clearly seen.
The thick and soft milk cover is mixed with a large amount of powder and white, occupying 2/3 of the cup body.
Uncovering the cup seal, the nose is sweet and sweet, and it is a March breath with milky flavor.
It looks delicious...
Take out the straws-I have to say that the straws you like will be uniquely sealed with long paper bags.
Opening his takeaway is like opening a gift or artwork.
Sit down and poke the straw in. The slightly thick and tender strawberry flesh whirled again.
Senbei put his hands together in a ceremonial sense, grateful, thank you, thank you for all the delicious things in the world and their creators.
Then he hurried forward and took a breath.
Wow, it's delicious...
Full of flavour, and plenty of fruit...
The sweetness is just right...
She is not that sweet-loving, so milk tea is usually only mixed with three parts sugar.
I thought it was just strawberry juice, but I didn't expect it to be filled with astringent green tea and a cup of slightly salty cheese, which appropriately neutralized the single sweetness of the juice.
After the sweetness, the aftertaste is long.
...
It took half an hour to concentrate on tasting a whole cup, and even the milk lid was scraped clean with a straw.
Senbei took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer and unscrewed the marker.
Promise others to write a good review, or give her a free drink, no matter how sincere.
After thinking about it, Xianbei turned out the dictionary, found out a variety of colorful words, and carefully wrote two hundred words to express his love for the drink.
After finishing, read it through, how to see how official and perfunctory...
She is really not a person who is good at expressing...
Senbei slumped to the table depressed, contemplating less time, pouting his head, reaching for the watercolor on the shelf...

At noon the next day, Chen Zhuo took the initiative to take over Xiao Rui's work again.
The car that watched the boss left in the dust, Xiao Rui and the deputy store manager Zhou stood side by side, thoughtful.
Xiao Rui: "The boss has recently started to go deep into the mass line?"
Zhou Qingshu smiled: "It's the route to go deep into the heaven."
Xiao Rui: "?? Huh?"
Zhou Qingshu frowned: "The fairy is very beautiful?"
Xiao Rui spread her hands: "...how do I know, I saw her hand, and never said a word."
Zhou Qingshu repeatedly agreed to the head, with a clear face: "Sure enough, men are interested in mysterious girls."
Xiao Rui: "Huh???"
Zhou Qingshu hooked his shoulders: "You are still young and don't understand, you will understand if you grow taller."
Xiao Rui, who was shorter than him, lifted the man's arm: "Get on the edge."
In his early days, Chen Zhuo arrived at Zhongjing County, more than ten minutes earlier than the designated time.
At this moment, Senbei squatted on a chair, still racking his brains to fight the plot of "The Evil".
Hearing the doorbell, she stretched all over.
This voice has sounded many times before, and it can still startle her.
After remembering what it was, Senbei exhaled and hurriedly flipped through the hand-painted book on the table.
It took a while to find yesterday's watercolor from the mezzanine. She pulled it out, put on slippers, and trot to the door.
Go close to the cat's eye to check, eh, it really is him.
Mr. Banwanzitou didn't tie Banwanzitou today, instead he tied them all together, revealing a complete and beautiful neck.
The reason why he looks good is that his Adam's apple lines are extraordinarily clear.
In the male composition she has learned, the shadow treatment of this part is so, even his is more vivid.
Then line the same conspicuous jaw...
The edges and corners are too good, long hair does not compromise the masculinity at all.
Thinking of this, Senbei raised the drawing paper in his hand, looking and looking.
She rarely paints this style, and she doesn't know if the other party will be satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Senbei twisted the door handle and pushed the door panel out of the gap within her usual acceptance range.
Then, slowly... rubbed the paper out.
Chen Zhuo outside the door raised his eyebrows and looked at
To my side, a piece of white paper emerged.
He raised his arm to take it, but the paper body suddenly tightened in shock.
As if moving an inch forward, there would be a tongue of fire that would burn to oneself.
The next moment, the person inside, as if it were really hot, loosened it, and the paper was completely released into Chen Zhuo's hand.
Chen Zhuo flattened, closed his eyes, and was slightly taken aback.
On the white paper, it is not just a few words, nor is it a big talk, but a painting.
Watercolor painting.
A shoulder-length white-haired girl wearing a tutu skirt with macarons powder and a mint green waistcoat.
The small round-toed leather shoes are also creamy white, and a leaf-like hairpin is stuck on the side of the hair.
She carried a strawberry-like packet in front of her in both hands. His head tilted slightly, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were crescent-shaped.
Below this painting, there is a line of words:
"Thank you very much, the strawberry milk cover is very delicious. But I have limited expressive ability and can only draw an anthropomorphic for her."
Chen Zhuo hooked his lips and looked at the painting carefully again.
Obviously, every component is expressed by her in specific clothes and colors, and they are seamlessly integrated.
The girl’s brilliant smile may be the taste of this cup of tea.
For Chen Zhuo, the word "good drink" is enough.
It is a pure surprise to get such a painting.
Chen Zhuo took out the gel pen from his trouser pocket and wrote, "It's very good, can you give it to me?"
Sent back to the crack of the door.
Xianbei took it and saw the reply from above, his anxious heart fell back leisurely.
The corner of her lips bends unconsciously, she immediately turned around, ran to the study and took a pen casually, and wrote on the table along the way:
"It was originally given to you."
Chen Zhuo was outside, and he could clearly hear the sound of the little girl's slippers, rubbing the floor.
He smiled knowingly, and once again glanced at the crack in the door and probed the white paper.
Only this time, it no longer tentatively tried, and stopped halfway out, seeming to be obediently waiting for Chen Zhuo to take it.
He accepted it too, read the words clearly, and the man raised his eyebrows again.
Chen Zhuo also thanked him, and just about to send the paper back, he thought about it and added something.
When she returned to Xianbei's hands, she almost snorted.
He was learning from her yesterday. Behind "Thank you", there is a stick figure smiling face.
Just...
The painter is a bit bad...
My facial features are obviously so tough, and I drew myself in the style of Old Man Ding.
Ugly cute.
At this time, the man outside the door spoke: "You haven't got the milk tea today."
"..." Oh, yes, and milk tea, Senbei silently responded in his heart.
Having to return the painting, she suddenly became curious about the man's identity.
After moving here, this is the first time I have talked so much with someone other than an editor.
Could it be that the little brother who gave milk tea changed?
The doubts in his heart came out, Xianbei tried to open his mouth, but couldn't ask.
too difficult……
I had no choice but to continue to ask on that piece of paper: "Are you always sending milk tea in the future?"
Returning the painting, she, as usual, hid behind the door and took today's takeaway.
Outside, the man had taken the painting, but he did not respond.
It should be over.
He got the painting, and she got milk tea.
After he said thank you, that's all for today's topic, right?
Shouldn't it be wrong?
Should she close the door?
Xianbei leaned against the door, scratching his head, feeling a little at a loss.
Did he see the problem on the paper?
Does she ask too much?
Is this a bit of suspicion of deliberate approach?
It's over, does he think she is plotting against him?
Ah ah ah curiosity will kill the cat... TAT
The corridor is so quiet.
Suddenly, she heard the soft sound of his origami, one, two, rustling.
"I'm leaving now," the people outside said in a calm tone.
Fortunately, fortunately, he probably didn't see it, or he didn't mind seeing it.
After intense psychological activity, Senbei quickly fell to the ground.
She didn't know who she was showing it to, so she nodded twice, leaning against the door with her shoulders, trying to reach it.
At the next moment, one hand held the handle that was about to be clicked on at any time!
The sudden reverse force made Xianbei almost jump out of a meter away.
Then, she heard the man outside the door, sinking, asking: "Do you hope it will be given by me in the future?"
An over-charged voice...
Leading from the door...
...
...
What, what?
Blood rushed to the brain, Senbei's face flushed instantly.