Spring at Eight Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-One (2) EP.2

After Wei Kooyang and Zhao Shenzi spent a while exploring the new place, they understood its structure. It looked like this was a two-story plaster building. The ground floor was a clear glass wall. The front was a drinking area. The back was a large kitchen, while the second floor was divided into living rooms.

Zhao Shenzi, bending over, perched, explored the large coffee maker in front of him, opening the instruction manual placed next to him.

"This is big, bigger than 2014," she muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Wei Kooyang ran downhill from the second floor, the wrong excited expression on the man who had just risen from the dead.

"Which version of the PlayStation is out this year? I want one. Why isn't there?"

"Well, that's good," replied Suen Lan while opening the kitchen exploration cabinet.

"You will work to make money for yourself."

Wei Kooyang immediately disappointed his face.

Soon, Li Zhi-win walked back in from the back door of the store. His expression was depressed.

"Then how shall I ferment the liquor?" he sighed.

"It doesn't look like a tavern at all. A thousand-year recipe is still in my head. I won't stop."

"Because this is a coffee shop," Zhao Shenzi replied, slapping the coffee maker in front loudly.

"You must go from fermented to latte."

"What is a latte?"

"I don't know."

They were silent for a moment...

During dinner, Wei Kooyang used chopsticks to kickoff vegetables in a back-and-forth dish, the expression of his face full of boredom.

"Did I die yesterday? Do I have to eat boiled vegetables again today?" he murmured.

"Can't help it," replied Su Ren Lan, raising a bowl of soup to drink.

"There's only this raw material in the kitchen. This is very different from 2014. I don't even know where the supermarket is and where to get you a good pig's leg."

Wei Guiyang took a long sigh.

"I noticed one today," Zhao Shenzi said, using the soup man spoon in the bowl.

"Someone rides a motorcycle in front of a building across the street, and someone walks out and gets a bag of something from him, sometimes food, sometimes drink, and it seems that the times have changed. We have to learn and adapt."

"Someone came to ask me if the shop was open yet," said Li Zhuin, massaging the temples.

"But I don't know how to answer that. I can't even make a latte."

Everyone fell silent, and then all eyes slowly turned to Zhao Woo Ren, waiting for her to say something, but Zhao Woo Ren remained silent. She used a fork to knock the food in the dish back and forth.

"Brother..."Zhao Shenzi called softly.

Zhao Woo flinched a little before answering the smooth voice.

"Oh...It's up to you. Originally, the tavern was yours. If you want to open it, you can open it. No need for my permission. "

The atmosphere was briefly silent...

"Then let's name the store," Wei Kooyang offered immediately, trying to change the atmosphere.

"Hmm...The coffee shop in front of the ginkgo tree...Ginkgo coffee...Tavern coffee..."

"Enough," Zhao Shenzi hurriedly raised his hand.

"Each of your names is very old-fashioned," she thought for a moment, before smiling out.

"I think it should be named...Cafe Midnight. "

"Cafe Midnight?" everyone cried in unison.

Wei Guiyang frowned.

"What does it mean?"

Zhao Shenzi proudly stretched his chest.

"This guy has learned a lot, and he's used the word" cafe "in place of a cafe, and" midnight "means midnight."

"Then why midnight?" asked Li Zhi.

"Are you thinking of opening the store until midnight?"

"I'm not going to do it," Soo Lin quickly waved.

"Working all day is a pain. It's already bad."

"Who said it would be open until midnight?" Zhao Shenzi smiled crafty.

"I will open the shop after sunset and close before sunrise."

"Huh?" exclaimed Wei Kooyang.

"I know a cafe, but you open it like that. Who goes to the shop?"

Zhao Shenzi shrugged his eyebrows.

"This...Since when did we become hard workers? "

Everyone's quiet...

"Answer me...What are we here for? Are we in so much money trouble? "She paused for a moment before looking at Zhao Wen and chuckling.

"Our real work is important..."

Wei Kigyang opened his mouth wide, before immediately nodding his head understandably, so did Suen Lan and Li Zhun himself.

What everyone knows well is that the mission of Yuen Jwin's life, they had to do whatever it took to keep him alive until winter, and this time Zhao Shenzi seemed to take this more seriously than ever before.

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