Chapter 115:

He stumbled and moved: "Thank you."
"No thanks." He An smiled, "Remember to bargain next time you buy clothes."
Zheng Feiyu heard the words for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed: "I have no experience before, and I will not."
Yesterday morning, the town of Luoyang suddenly cooled down, and there was not enough cold clothing around him, so he thought about going to the market to buy one. The town of Luojiao is too small. There is no shopping mall. Locals usually sell clothes in the city first, and then set up a stall at the market. The process usually involves this process: quoting two hundred, bargaining twenty, and both sides sawing. In the fifty-six rounds, it was finally sold for forty yuan.
Zheng Feiyu had no concept of cheap clothes and lacked a bargaining consciousness. He almost drew 300 yuan to buy a thin vest. Fortunately, Cheng Xiu was passing by the pancake fruit, which prevented him from selling his generous former boss in time.
It seems that Cheng Xiu told He An as a joke.
However, it's okay to lose a face if he can receive a gift from He An for nothing.
He put the paper bag into the bar and stepped out to open the chair for He An's father and daughter. Then he lifted his chin to the waiter next to him and motioned for a piece of milk cake.
"Wait, no milk cake." He An hurriedly called the waiter.
"Why ..."
Suddenly, he could understand the word "no" and the word "milk", and immediately he was unhappy. He softly darted to his father.
In the past few months, she has eaten too much milk cake, and He An fears that her sugar intake exceeds the standard, so she sets the rules and can only eat it every other day. Seeing her ineffectiveness, she immediately set her sights on Zheng Feiyu.
The little girl was very clever, knowing that although this uncle looked fierce, she was very happy with her.
On the one side is He An, and on the other is Lily of the Valley, both of which urgently need to win favor. Zheng Feiyu fought inwardly, and it took him a long time to choose a camp, and he said to the waiter, "No milk cake."
Lily of the valley: "..."
The dream was shattered, she pinched the bunny ears next to her cheeks, and wrinkled her nose, crying aggrieved.
Zheng Feizhen really wanted to hold her in the palm of her heart and wanted to accommodate her and covet her in every possible way. She could not see her uncomfortable at all, but could not do anything at this moment. He had to curb his strong impulse to regret, avoiding her blameful look, and asked He An: "What do you want to drink today?"
He An thought for a while, "Can coffee be?"
"can."
Zheng Feiyu nodded, put the filter cup and glass pot on the bar, wet the filter paper, put it in the filter cup, and then turned to boil water and grind the beans. Taking advantage of his busy time, He An quietly bit his ear with Suzuran. The little girl was sullen, and turned her head away, and refused to listen. He An held her comforting for a while, then let her stretch her brows.
The water temperature is suitable, and it is hot but not boiling.
A slender spout pours a transparent water column, which is slowly buffered into the filter cup, and the powder swells with it, releasing a strong coffee aroma.
Zheng Feiyu was a left-handed one, and his left wrist was raised high when carrying the pot. He An noticed that he had a light gray ribbon tied to his wrist, about an inch wide, with a soft tail hanging down and attached to the wall of the pot, while the wrists of other employees in the shop were all empty.
He wondered: "When did you tie this strap?"
The water column shuddered.
Zheng Fei frowned slightly, stabilized the pot in time, and gently glanced at his wrist: "Last month."
"So ... is it useful?"
"decoration."
"……decoration?"
This word is spoken from Zheng Fei, who is extremely pursuing simple business style and does not touch carved leather shoes. There is a sense of contradiction in how to listen. He An held his jaw and looked carefully at the shiny and soft ribbon for a while, and really saw a little beauty.
"Well, it's pretty," he said. "It would be better if there were patterns."
Zheng Feiyu smiled down and didn't answer.
He finished a cup of coffee skillfully, set aside the enamel pot, took out the filter cup and filter paper, poured the dark brown liquid in the glass pot into the coffee cup, and added sugar and milk according to He An's favorite taste, then stirred evenly, then Take out a small plate, put a few pieces of pastries of different colors, and pushed it to He An.
"Your coffee."
A section of ribbon tail slipped across the table, and Suzuran took a great interest, reached out to pump, and Zheng Feiyu raised his hand to avoid it.
After He An had drank half a cup of coffee, he set the cup aside and pulled out a mini notebook from his pocket, holding it and saying, "Should you be busy now?"
Zheng Feiyu nodded and said, "Not busy, what's wrong?"
"Uh, it's like this ... I'm here today to actually ask you a few questions about the inn."