Dai Qing served matcha red bean mousse, interrupting Zhou Qing's memories for the time being. The latter hurriedly came back to her senses, took the spoon that Dai Qing handed her, and thanked her.

"Slow down." Dai Qing smiled and walked away. This little girl's preoccupied appearance is all on her face, according to the pair of fiery eyes that Dai Qing has cultivated over the years, most of them are emotional. The feelings of her youth, she leaned against the bar with a happy and quiet look, and sighed silently in her heart.

The white cat also saw that this little guest seemed to be a little listless, jumped down from the table next to him and walked behind the bar where Dai Qing was staying, and ran under her feet twice, Dai Qing didn't bother to care about it when she saw it. The white cat simply used her feet as a nest and slept in a nest.

The matcha mousse has a dark green color with white and green stripes in the middle, and a few red beans occasionally pop up in the white area. The whole thing is placed on a black plate, and two blueberries are placed next to the mousse for decoration. The matching spoon is in the shape of cherry blossom petals, which fits the girly heart of this store. Zhou Qing used a small spoon to dig a small piece of cake from top to bottom and put it in his mouth, the matcha flavor is not too strong, a little bitter, and there is a little sweetness after the bitterness; The mousse cake is also baked just right, melts in the mouth, and the sweetness is moderate, not greasy or light. Biting through the coat of red beans, the soft and glutinous bean paste tasted good, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

In this hot weather, she hadn't eaten such a slightly cool and delicious cake for some time.

When was the last time you ate it? Zhou Qing doesn't quite remember it either. The spoon gently tapped the edge of the porcelain plate with a tinkling crunch, and the interrupted thoughts returned to the track with the sound, back to the original memory.

The clock of time always walks mercilessly, ticking and ticking, and the hour hand takes away the people who used to be around her, but does not take away her memories. She couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

At this relaxing restaurant, I was satisfied with a whole matcha red bean mousse, and the taste of matcha still lingered in my mouth. The words and desserts of the proprietress of this shop are very appetizing to her, and she estimates that she will come often in the future, and she must meet this proprietress next time. Thinking like this, Zhou Qing took a tissue from the paper drawer on the table to wipe the residue left on the corner of his lips, and looked up at the bar, where Dai Qing was fiddling with a Rubik's Cube to pass the time.

In fact, Dai Qing didn't plan to play with the Rubik's Cube, so she took it over and fiddled with it, and her eyes occasionally drifted over Zhou Qing's side, after all, she was a guest. So now she also saw Zhou Qing walking to the bar, taking out her mobile phone, there was a string of silver stars hanging on the phone case, Zhou Qing opened her mouth and asked her, "How do I pay you?" ”

Dai Qing put down the Rubik's Cube, and the Rubik's Cube was still one line away from being full on all sides, but she never got the point. After hearing the question, Dai Qing raised her head and smiled at Zhou Qing, "You don't need to pay for the desserts in the store." Obviously, it looks like the two are about the same age, but Dai Qing's smile has a mature charm, to be precise, it is more like a style of its own, Zhou Qing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then took back the phone, frowning as if puzzled: "That?" ”

"Well, tell me a story, and think of it as cake money." Dai Qing got up and walked to Zhou Qing's side, made a gesture to her and asked her to sit at the bar, "You wait first," as he said, he walked back to Zhou Qing's place unhurriedly, took the empty plate on the table, and cleaned up the table.

"Storytelling?" Zhou Qing was confused for a while, she had never seen a store with such strange requirements. Dai Qing put the plate in the sink, washed her hands, and poured two cups of warm water with the beige kettle next to her, one of which was placed in front of Zhou Qing: "It's a story, but I don't listen to all stories, it must be valuable." ”

She pointed to the glass of water given to Zhou Qing again, "Tell me a worthless story, I want you to pay double the price of the meal, plus this glass of water also needs to be paid." My price is not low. ”

Zhou Qing was a little hesitant for a while - telling her story to a strange girl, although she didn't know anyone when she met in Pingshui, she suddenly didn't know how to speak......

She sighed, picked up the glass of warm water in her hand, and took a sip carefully. The hand points to 10 points, which is the hottest time. The sunlight outside the window unscrupulously wanted to rush into the store through the gray gauze curtains, and from the gap between light and shadow, Zhou Qing seemed to touch the past time again.

"Well," she said, after a pause, "I don't know what the value is to you, and therefore I can't tell if this story is appealing enough to you, or valuable enough." But, at least for me, it's valuable. At the end of Zhou Qing's words, it became lighter and lighter.

So, for that person, will it be like this? She suddenly wondered. That's a nerd, though.