Lang Yangyang: "Courage? ”

Zhuang Shuo: "985 University, a high-paying job in a large Internet company, it takes courage to let go of these things and pursue what you like. ”

I don't know if it's a cold or what, Lang Yangyang's nose suddenly became a little sour, and he lowered his head.

"After all, in the current environment, many people think that craft work is not as good as sitting in an office, let alone a job as good as yours."

Seeing that Lang Yangyang didn't speak, Zhuang Shuo added.

Lang Yangyang pursed his lips slightly, calmed down his emotions, and turned his head to look at Zhuang Shuo: "What about you?" Weren't you in the army before? ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled innocently: "I'm not used to it, those twists and turns are more difficult than long-distance training in the primeval forest." ”

After speaking, the two turned their heads, looked at each other and smiled, and continued to bury their heads in making bread.

The small dough is kneaded and flattened, and after being placed in a baking tray, the dough has natural cracks, so there is no need to smooth it, sieve rye flour on the surface, put it in the oven to rise to twice the size, then take it out, and let it rise at room temperature.

In the twenty minutes of this gap, Lang Yangyang continued to prepare to make desserts, and the production time of desserts was relatively short.

As soon as the state of work came up, people were much more energetic, and he was busy left and right.

Zhuang Shuo couldn't help, so he went out to mop the floor and wipe the table, Lang Yangyang was sick yesterday, and he didn't have time to clean it after closing the door.

Zhuang Shuo is a good hand at taking care of housework, he has been doing housework at home since he was a child, and he has been studying and being a soldier for many years, and he has done much better than Lang Yangyang.

It was already dawn, and I looked at the time, and it was almost time to open the door.

When Lang Yangyang brought the finished bread to the bar, Zhuang Shuo was washing yesterday's tableware, and wiped them dry with a clean dry rag after each wash.

Lang Yangyang bent down and put the bread away: "So professional." ”

Zhuang Shuo: "A few times ago, I saw your clerk doing this. ”

It turns out that I didn't know it from the beginning, but I learned it after careful observation in life.

Guests who bought breakfast came one after another, and Lang Yangyang wanted to start making coffee.

"Don't you have a European bag today?" Frequent guests asked.

Lang Yangyang: "I didn't have time to do it, but I will have it tomorrow, and today I have this, Berlin country bread, do you want to try it?" ”

The guest asks if it is delicious.

Lang Yangyang thought for a while: "Because there is no sugar, no egg and no milk, the taste is actually quite simple, it is a relatively thick texture, and there are no bubbles in the bread body." ”

The guest asked for a loaf of bread and a cup of coffee.

It was almost ten o'clock, and there were a lot fewer guests, so Lang Yangyang was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and rest.

"I'm tired." Lang Yangyang sat behind the bar, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhuang Shuo wiping the countertop in the baking room, and washing all the tools he had just used to make bread with noodles.

After looking through the glass for a while, Lang Yangyang's heart was warm.

This part-time job is worth it.

Lang Yangyang got up and cleaned up the bar, then made two cups of coffee, filled the dining plate with bread, found two oranges in the refrigerator, cut them together and brought them to the table and waited.

When Zhuang Shuo came out, he subconsciously looked at the bar, but he didn't see Lang Yangyang, turned his head to look for the store, and saw Lang Yangyang sitting at the table by the window.

"Come over for breakfast." Lang Yangyang said.

The sun shined through the glass window and hit Lang Yangyang's shoulders, and he was wearing a light beige brushed shirt with an apron still on his body. The broken hair on the forehead has grown under the eyebrows, the delicate box-shaped nose, and the lips are ruddy, which is really a star-like beauty.

Zhuang Shuo was stunned.

Lang Yangyang beckoned: "Zhuang ...... Zhuang Shuo! ”

Zhuang Shuo came back to his senses and walked this way, "This is the first time you have called me by my name. ”

"I'm a little unaccustomed, I feel like it's a bit ...... to call my name directly" Lang Yangyang touched his face.

Zhuang Shuo sat down opposite him: "I'm a few years older than you, or you can call me Brother Zhuang." “

Lang Yangyang nodded: "Okay, Zhuang ...... Brother Zhuang. ”

The two sat facing each other, the coffee was still steaming, Lang Yangyang didn't pull the art well, and a blurry pattern floated on the surface.

Zhuang Shuo took out his mobile phone and took a photo: "This is the first time I have eaten the bread you made." ”

Lang Yangyang didn't speak, just smiled lightly.

Last time, Zhuang Shuo also said that it was the first time to eat the dessert you made and something like that, and this habit of paying attention to all the details made Lang Yangyang surprised and frightened.

Like, as if these are all precious.

These things that Lang Yangyang has become commonplace are still very fresh in Zhuang Shuo, rare, and worth remembering.

"It's called Berlin Country Bread, isn't it?" Zhuang Shuo asked.

"Hmm." Lang Yangyang picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Zhuang Shuo looked at this palm-sized bread, flat, with irregular natural cracks on the surface of the bread, which looked like a large Fun Duoduo.

When you take a big bite, the skin is thick and soft inside, and the taste is simple but very charming after chewing.

"It's delicious, I thought it was a hard kind." Zhuang Shuo said.

Lang Yangyang had already taken a bite, and he explained: "When roasting, use the steam mode, so it won't be so hard." ”

Lang Yangyang wanted to say it again, thank him for coming over to help today.

The wind chimes rang at the door, Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo both looked at the door, and came in with a limp.

"Brother Yangyang, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo having breakfast together.

She smiled gossipy and excited.

"I'm still worried that you can't be busy, and you have to come to work with crutches, but I didn't expect you to be here in the dark."

Lang Yangyang smiled helplessly: "What darkness Chen Cang, don't use idioms indiscriminately, come here and I'll get you breakfast, there is a new product today." ”

Yoyo twisted his ankle, and it hurt a little, so he staggered over and sat down.

After seeing it a few times, Yoyo is still quite satisfied with Zhuang Shuo, except for his appearance, he is very compatible with Lang Yangyang.

"Brother Zhuang is early." Yoyo has always been cheerful and bright.

Zhuang Shuo was not so cramped, "Early." ”

Lang Yangyang came over with the food, put it in front of Youyou, and sat down.

After taking a big bite, he looked left and right and asked, "Are you two talking about this?" ”

Chapter 16

"Huh?" Lang Yangyang's coffee was delivered to his mouth, but he didn't drink it: "No, no." ”

After speaking, he immediately realized that his reaction was inappropriate, and it might hurt Zhuang Shuo, so he hurriedly looked up at him.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Shuo was not only angry, but also said seriously: "It's me who is chasing your boss." ”

Youyou was a little regretful when he heard Lang Yangyang's denial, but when he heard Zhuang Shuo say this, he was very satisfied, and he laughed happily when he saw Lang Yangyang's blushing face.

Although Yoyo has broken his feet, his hands and mouth are still fine.

Lang Yangyang is making desserts in the baking room, and you are working at the bar.

"The number of grams should be accurate, and each cup must be weighed to see the number of grams, otherwise the taste will be the same for a while, and customers will think that we are unprofessional."

"Okay, understood."

"Give me the French press, the first one in the second row."

"Okay, understood."

"These two cups are in that tulip porcelain cup."

"Okay."

"In the cupboard on the far right!"

"Okay, understood!"

Lang Yangyang was pounding taro puree with his hands, listening to the "good understanding" outside one after another, and laughed so much that the crow's feet came out.

I wonder if he was like this when he was in the army before.

"Okay understand, good understand!" Lang Yangyang secretly held his throat and learned twice, amused by himself.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Ahh

Lang Yangyang looked up, Zhuang Shuo didn't know when he came over, and the ill-fitting apron seemed to be doing some cosplay that couldn't be said.

When I lowered my eyes, I couldn't help but think about what it would look like if I didn't wear a base inside.

Lang Yangyang raised the spatula: "Smile casually." ”

The glass window of the food delivery port was open, and Zhuang Shuo leaned sideways: "Alas......"

"What's wrong?" Lang Yangyang raised his eyes to look at him.

Zhuang Shuo's fierce face made a look of grievance: "I haven't worked for anyone else for many years, but today I have experienced it again." ”

Lang smiled, knowing that what he said was merciless.

"Yoyo's personality is like this, there is no malice, and I will tell you quietly that she has a misanthropic disorder."

"What is misanthropy?"

"It's just that you can't stand the stupidity of others or the lack of common sense, and you feel angry and irritated when you see others being stupid, in short...... Hate stupid. ”

Zhuang Shuo tasted it, "But I'm not stupid, I haven't been exposed to coffee making, I don't understand a lot of professional words she said, what French pot and what filter bag, I will definitely be familiar with it after letting me work for a day." ”

Lang Yangyang held the spatula, smiled playfully, and said to Zhuang Shuo through the glass: "She is in the late stage, and the symptoms are more serious. ”

"Hahahaha."

The two of you chatted and laughed one by one, until the lame man shouted: "Brother Zhuang! Bring me some Mandheling! ”