Murong Cao's beautiful eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the fluorescent sign placed outside the restaurant, which said that the business hours were from eleven o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the morning, and it was indeed a good place for overtime people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The restaurant is still relatively deserted at this time, this is the place to eat dinner, people who have just gotten off work, either go straight home, or continue to work overtime, in this building known for workaholics, those exemplary employees are not hungry to the chest and back will not remember to eat.

The waiters were like a flock of idle birds, perched on a few tables by the window at random, and when they saw someone coming, they didn't put on a smiling face, and they didn't say the usual "welcome", and one or two of the younger waiters stuck their eyes on Murong Cao and refused to leave, but they didn't mean to get up to entertain.

What a restaurant with a lot of character.

The only bright spot in the store is the white little girl standing in the cash register, showing her a friendly smile that is pure natural and free of impurities.

"What do you want?"

"Do you have any coffee here?"

"Yes."

"Have an American."

"Okay, 98 yuan, credit card or cash?"

The little girl quickly ordered an order into the computer, typed out a small note, and handed it to Murong Cao with both hands.

Murong Cao took the slip and confirmed that he had heard it correctly, and was in a dilemma for a while.

A cup of American style actually costs 98 yuan! This kind of price can only be written in a five-star hotel or a bar where people can't afford to die.

Although Murong Cao is not a bad person, he is not rich enough to buy things without asking the price.

Under the eager attention of everyone, Murong Cao finally didn't feel embarrassed to refund the order directly, put away his left foot that had already taken a step out, obediently opened his wallet and took out a red Grandpa Mao, and handed it over with a wry smile.

"Anything else?"

"No thanks."

Murong Cao said in her heart, she handed over one, I'm afraid the money recovered is that I can't even afford a tissue, what else can I want?

A cup of coffee is so expensive, can't you peel the skin of a meal here?

The exquisitely bound ordering book was on the counter, and out of curiosity, Murong Cao flipped through it.

Egg fried rice 10 yuan

Fish-flavored eggplant 18 yuan

Sweet and sour tenderloin 22 yuan

Braised pork ribs 28 yuan

Stir-fried beef 35 yuan

……

Murong was speechless...... I knew that she might as well order a double mandarin duck hot pot set, as well as a coconut water gift, which was only 88 yuan.

The cashier saw at a glance what she was thinking, after all, although Murong Cao didn't say anything, her tall eyebrows were full of surprise, and she hurriedly explained: "The coffee is freshly ground, the cake is limited, and the most important thing is that our boss makes it himself, and the taste is really good." ”

Murong Cao smiled and said nothing, and walked towards the most inconspicuous corner of the entire restaurant, and it was nothing for customers to be pit once in a while, so I don't know if this master of stir-frying can be convinced.

After about half an hour, the cup of coffee she ordered came up slowly, and the person serving the plate was obviously not dressed as a waiter, he was dressed in casual and comfortable fabrics, and he didn't look good, but he couldn't be called good, he was a shy middle-aged man.

Middle-aged, man, these two words actually have little to do with shyness, but anyone who sees this person, the first impression must be this word.

Maybe it's his cramped smile, maybe it's because of his stiff pace, or maybe it's his gaze that doesn't collide with the other.

He put down the coffee cup and looked very religious, Murong Cao could almost guess that this was the mysterious owner of the restaurant on the top floor - a man who was obsessed with coffee and desserts, he took down the shop on the top floor, maybe the original intention was to open a café, and then found that just selling coffee could not support the business, so he bought some fast food by the way, and then gradually transformed into a normal restaurant, the original barista has been dismissed, only the owner himself.

As for him bringing the coffee himself, or because there are not many people who can order expensive coffee and desserts, he wants to come out to see who is the wrongdoer, or maybe it is just a ***** ritual of his and does not have any other meaning.

"The American style you ordered, please use it slowly."

The middle-aged man's voice is also very special, hoarse and clean, and a little harsh in the ears, but it is not annoying.

Murong Cao has always lived up to the kindness of strangers, so the corners of his mouth smiled, he pulled the cup and plate closer, stirred it lightly with a spoon, and took a sip.

For a moment, she felt like she had tasted heaven and hell at the same time.

"The coffee was delicious."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his smile widened, and his cheeks and earlobes were stained with a layer of red.

Yang Muqing is also a very innocent boy, but compared to this man, he can be called sleek.

Murong Cao slowly drank a cup of coffee, and suddenly felt an unstoppable drowsiness surging, she was shocked that something was wrong, but her body honestly accepted the drowsiness, and did not take her resisting cranial nerves seriously at all, she didn't even have time to say a word, and fell on the table.

"Hang out the 'closed' sign, it's not open today, you leave work early."

The middle-aged man who brought coffee to Murong Cao walked out of the utility room, still looking shy, but his tone was not weak.

"So what does this guest do? She seemed to be asleep. ”

The little girl at the cashier knew very well that her boss was moody, but she was not very surprised, but she just looked at Murong Cao, who suddenly fell down, and had a headache.

"Just don't bother, she'll go when she wakes up."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he quickly went back to the utility room, as if there was a giant magnet there that attracted him all the time.

Yang Muqing, who was nervously arranging the Demon Suppression Array, suddenly "chuckled", making him have a faint sense of foreboding, as if he felt that something was out of control.

Bodhizi noticed that he was suddenly sluggish, and said sourly: "Didn't you see him for a while?" She's not a three-year-old. ”

"I want to go back and have a look."

"Isn't she still wearing a glow? Can't you feel something? Xiao Qingzi, just do the master a favor, don't be half-hearted, this demon array can't go wrong, I'm still waiting for the guilty meritorious service. "Although Bodhizi's mana has recovered, the Demon Formation is not his forte, and after thinking about it now, it can be regarded as eight or nine without leaving ten, and it is still far from being foolproof.

Yang Muqing responded, put away his unwarranted worries, and buried himself in his work.