Little sister, bring the menu

Little sister, pay the bill

Little sister, why hasn't my watermelon juice come up yet?

Little sister, what are you doing here? Papaya stewed snow clams aren't like this....Okay, good, don't be angry

Little sister, we want to play Taiwanese mahjong

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It's a new day. It's busy, it's hard to get around.

Dark purple long-sleeved slanted neck shallow collar shirt, black ni skirt, black stockings with black light-heeled oxford leather shoes, Suixu folded his hands on his lower abdomen, standing at the leading place in the corridor of the western restaurant waiting for the next guest to eat or escape the heat, to serve lemonade ice water, pick up the order list and ask the guests what they need. Confident in the stability of his left hand holding the plate with one hand, but always in the process of leaning down to lower the plate, the left hand trembled slightly, and some guests opened their eyes to look at the drink that was about to be spilled, staring at Suixu and apologizing again and again. And many more guests didn't care, just closed the door of the box and played mahjong to survive the scorching afternoon in July.

Starting at noon every day, this coffee restaurant in the center of the International Trade Center is always full of customers to escape the scorching heat of the long summer. Suixu carefully cared for the division into the scope of his service area, so as to deliver the needs of customers at any time, while from time to time with his delicate and sensitive nerves, he stood on tiptoe to look at the green plantain under the scorching sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the coconut trees on the road. For her, who stands in the store for eight hours a day, because she can't feel the heat of passers-by under the scorching sun, there is freedom outside the window.

Oncoming woman wearing a wide-brimmed pink hat. Backpack with thin straps, white hard shirt with jeans, cloth shoes. Unlike most female guests in skirts and sandals, who are full of femininity, Suixu remembers her at once, with a small black mole on the tip of her right eyebrow, an even pale wheat complexion, and slightly raised cheekbones on both sides, which is a typical tropical islander.

"Hello"

"Hello", smiled and replied in a crisp and pleasant voice.

"What do you want?"

"My name is Chen Yiqiao, everyone calls me Xiao Qiao, can you talk to me after you are busy?" asked after ordering a glass of kumquat lemon juice. If you look closely, you can find Little Joe's slightly bulging buckteeth.

The first time Suixu and Xiao Qiao met was in July last year. If life is only as it is for the first time, this first meeting will forever be engraved in the minds of the two, and it is the beginning of a warm friendship that they have never disputed in their lives.