Chapter 65: Lucky hit

Leng Yiyao held the edge of the table with one hand and flipped through the catalog gently with the other. Said it is a booklet, but in fact it is just a few thin pieces of cardboard set together, which even looks a little shabby. However, fortunately, the photos above are unique in shape, making people want to try each one.
There were no other guests in the cafe, and a foreign language song was slowly playing. She couldn't hear what language it was, but in this dim atmosphere, it was indeed appropriate.
She was sitting by the window, her fingertips suddenly fixed next to a photo: "Give me a cup of this, with a snack by the way."
The man beside him gave a low voice, but still stared out the window. Leng Yiyao looked up, just to see his faint smile that had not disappeared.
Although his eyes didn't meet, the first reaction was biting cold.
She was stunned for a moment, and looked out. There was no one, but that didn't mean everything was peaceful.
"Wait for five minutes." He heard a steady voice in his ear. Turning around, waiting for her to react, she walked back to the bar.
Under the dizzy yellow light, Leng Yiyao had only time to look at his back. He is tall, tall, and tall, but he still wears a hat indoors, and the broken hair around his ears is covered inside, not showing the slightest. The complexion is pale, and his hands are extraordinarily slender, making it impossible to look away at first notice.
She didn't expect that she would meet such an unexpected weird person if she just opened a café to pass the time.
Yes, he is indeed a weird person with an indifferent look.
"Are you the shop owner?" It was too boring to sit alone. She held her chin in one hand, chatting with him idly, but carefully watching without a trace.
"Yeah. I'm the only person in the shop." I don't know if there are usually few people in the shop. He doesn't seem to have ready-made coffee powder. He took out a large spoonful of coffee beans from the jar and slowly ground them on the spot. The fingertips fiddled back and forth between the silver appliance and the coffee machine. The fingertips were so flexible that she could stop her gaze, as if flowing water.
"How can you be open 24 hours a day?" She remembered the big sign at the door and couldn't help but ask. This man is very interesting. Since she just came in, she hasn't looked directly into her eyes. It is obvious that women who go out alone at this time are extremely rare in D City, and he is indifferent even if there are no pedestrians in the surrounding "clearing". But the look in his eyes outside the window just now was vicious, like a machete ready to drink blood.
"There are not many customers in the store. I just sleep when I'm fine." The aroma of coffee beans surrounds and rises in the air, slowly condensing. He took out the milk froth machine to pour the fresh milk in, and slowly began to prepare the milk froth garland.
Obviously it was a man, but between those hands fiddled with it, soon, a blooming midnight rose stood on top of the dark liquid, like a dream.
He brought the bone china utensils, silver spoons, and a tiramisu to her for exactly five minutes, not even a second.
Leng Yiyao glanced down at her supper, suddenly raised her head and smiled slightly at him: "Have anyone said that your looks are unforgettable?"
The wind chimes danced slightly in the window with the cold wind outside the house, bringing out bursts of sweet bells.
He lowered his head, his silver eyes were waveless, and he glanced at her slightly with his eyebrows down, suddenly showing a sneer...