"Uncle and aunt have been out for a while, right?" Leng Yue asked, "Are you coming back soon?"

"Hmm!"

The breeze responds.

"When my parents heard that you were coming, they went shopping early in the morning. ”

"It's a little cool today. Leng Yue looked out the window at the somewhat gray sky. "I want to make them a pot of hot coffee and wait for them to come back. She said.

"Wow!"

The smile on Qingfeng's face was deep.

"There's a coffee making facility, right?"

"Yes. Qingfeng replied with a smile, he said, "My parents just bought a new coffee machine a few days ago, and I haven't had time to use it yet." ”

He dragged Leng Yue to the kitchen.

He took out the coffee-making equipment from the wall cupboard.

"Coffee has to be freshly ground before it is brewed each time. Leng Yue said as she tinkered with the equipment, "I have to buy new coffee beans every time, and I have to drink them all within two weeks." She said as she put the beans into the coffee machine and grind them. "Because its own vitality is very fragile, once it is not stored well, it will absorb other miscellaneous odors in the air, which will affect the final taste. Just like our people, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. ”

"It smells so good!"

Qingfeng sniffed it and blurted out.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"Is that okay?"

"Come," Leng Yue put Qingfeng's hand on the grinding tool. "Use some strength. ”

"Okay—"

The breeze and cold moon looked at each other, and in the quiet atmosphere of a room, there was an indescribable sweetness and serenity in the room.

The atmosphere was charming and intoxicating.

"Once you're used to this kind of coffee, wow, you'll never drink that instant coffee again. Leng Yue poured the ground coffee into the coffee pot. "And, once you're addicted, it's hard to get rid of it. ”

"Uh-huh!"

Qingfeng nodded incessantly.

He leaned closer to her, he put his hands on Leng Yue's shoulders, facing her cheeks, facing her eyes, and he said:

"Just like you. ”

"Like me?"

Leng Yue took his hands down.

She tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.

There was an innocent, strange look in her eyes. In the end, she said like an adult talking to a child, "Naughty!"

"Naughty?"

Poof, the breeze laughed.

He stood a little away, and he looked at her.

He looked at her and really wanted to whistle.

Standing in this modern kitchen, her gestures and smiles make this kitchen full of romance and life.

"Wow!"

Qingfeng shouted with a smile.

"My Yue'er, what a beautiful little woman who is good at cultivating the atmosphere! What a little woman who is full of mood and interest in life! Alas, alas......" He smiled and sighed: "When can I be like you, can I make such fragrant and mellow coffee? How can I be as professional as you?"

"Yes, kid!"

Leng Yue smiled and shrugged.

"It's not as simple as you think!" she says, "You have to figure out the different varieties, the water temperature and the preferences of the coffee drinker before you can adjust it to the perfect cup of coffee." Moreover, its sweetness, sourness, bitterness, mellowness, and aroma will also be in that cup of coffee. ”

Leng Yue brought the brewed coffee to a cup for Qingfeng.

"Taste it. She handed it to him.

"Be careful of the burn. She added.

Qingfeng took a sip lightly, and said, "The coffee is very good, not strong or light, very fragrant and flavorful, very delicious!" His eyes sparkled. "Do I call you Leng Writer, or do I call you Leng Teacher?"

"Of course, it's called Master Leng, wow!"

I don't know when, Qingfeng's parents, Yuan Bo and Yuan Jing, have already purchased back, and they heard the conversation between Qingfeng and Leng Yue, and couldn't help but smile.

"Mom and Dad, you're back. ”

"yes, I'm back. ”

The breeze and the cold moon hurriedly greeted it.

Qingfeng took the large and small food bags and carried them into the kitchen.

Yuan Jing approached the kitchen, she looked at Leng Yue with a smile and said, "Far away, I can smell the aroma of coffee." ”

"Really?"

Leng Yue smiled.

She arrived for two cups of steaming coffee for Qingfeng's parents.

She put the coffee cup on the coffee table, and the heat of the coffee rushed to her face, and she tried to smell it, but she couldn't smell anything.

She shrank quickly, as if she was very frightened, but, soon, she understood! She Leng Yue had lost one of her six senses, she was really going to 'go'...... So, instead, she calmed down. The look of horror quickly faded from her face. In its place was a greeting, almost tender:

"Uncle and aunt have worked hard, let's drink hot coffee and warm up. Her voice was soft and pleasant.

"Good. ”

Yuan Bo and Yuan Jing both had smiles on their lips, and they sat on the sofa and picked up their coffee cups.

"The human body needs such a supplement in order to meet the weather. Leng Yue looked at them quietly and said quietly, "Especially at the age of my uncle and aunt. When it's cold, you will suffer from your joints, so you need hot things more, such as hot pork rib soup, hot seafood soup, hot vegetable soup......"

"Yes!"

Yuan Bo smiled happily.

"It's been a cool breeze today, and I'm trying to go home and drink something hot. He looked at Leng Yue with a smile and said, "Leng Yue, thank you! With you, our family will be blessed in the future, you know so much!"

"What?" Yuan Jing looked at Yuan Bo, with a mysterious smile on the corners of her mouth and eyes. "Do you want our future daughter-in-law, the famous writer, to cook something for you?"

"Isn't it?"

Yuan Bo turned to Leng Yue.

A smile tugged at his lips.

The smile was pure, passionate, and unintentional.

"Of course!" Leng Yue said in a loud, cheerful, and bold voice. "If I'm still here......" She lowered her voice, almost only she could hear.

"Oh, look at you pushing the kid. ”

Yuan Jing patted Yuan Bo's shoulder with a smile.

"As an elder, how can you only think of yourself and take up the time of our writer's daughter-in-law?"

"What about you?" Yuan Bo sneered unhappily: "Why are you always disappointed and always say your different opinions?"

"You're calm!" Yuan Jing glanced at him. "Why? Is it possible that you will start self-criticism as soon as you open your mouth?" she paused: "If you always keep everything in your heart, you don't know what the other person is thinking." So, don't you know, my former nickname was Tomato!" Yuan Jing said with a smile and self-deprecation.

"Tomatoes?"

Cold Moon and Qingfeng both asked curiously.

"Yes-" Yuan Bo pulled a long voice, his voice was smiling, low and clear: "It's just that the color inside and outside is the same red-"

"Oh my God!"

Qingfeng laughed and coaxed.

"Who made this? It's so cute, it's so fun!"

"No, no, it's so good!" Leng Yue also shouted with a smile.

"Tomatoes...... Ha ha...... Tomato ......" Qingfeng laughed more and more when he thought about it, and in the end, he fell on the sofa with an inexplicable laugh. "Yue'er...... You're not going to put tomatoes in a book, are you?"

Without waiting for Leng Yue to answer, Yuan Bo preemptively interjected and said:

"Speaking of writing books, the boys in our lawyer's office are all fans of Leng Yue! They have all read the works written by our daughter-in-law, especially "The Paradise of Love", and they all say that it is very good-looking! It is very special and good-looking! Very, very good-looking! Moreover, the families of those lawyers also say that they have read it, and they are all fans!"

"Dad, the novel you mentioned has been changed into a TV series. Qingfeng got up from the sofa with a smile, his face lit up with excitement, and he said: "According to the statistics of the TV station, the ratings are very high. ”

"Well, bones," Yuan Jing cleared her throat: "Why don't you say it in advance, we are also going to be fans! Yes, good works have good ratings." ”

Although Yuan Jing was also very happy, she still couldn't adapt to the style of the two of them who did not hide their feelings, especially this kind of excessive praise, she was a little inexplicably embarrassed.

"Really?!"

Yuan Bo stood up.

"Our daughter-in-law's book has been changed into a TV series?"

"Of course!"

Qingfeng laughed, his face full of pride.

"Didn't I tell you before, my cold moon is not only a surprise, but also a leap!"

"It's a surprise!

Yuan Bo couldn't suppress his excitement, he said happily while moving around the room:

"You don't know, right? Since we have a writer's daughter-in-law in our family, I have quickly become a celebrity in the circle of friends! I don't know how many people envy me! In addition, our daughter-in-law is both talented and beautiful, especially the one she wrote...... Ah, yes, it's called "Burning Clouds", oh my God! I don't know how many readers have been fascinated by it, saying that there is no better work than that!"

"Alright, alright!"

Yuan Jing pulled Yuan Bo to sit down.

"It's noisy! I can't even understand the title of the book, what's the excitement?" she patted the back of Yuan Bo's hand, and said with a soothing smile: "Husband, don't be too excited, be careful of your heart!"

"Oops!" Yuan Bo shouted dissatisfiedly: "This tone is a bit sour!"

"What is sour?" Yuan Jing smiled, and said in a serious and serious manner: "You men, no matter how powerful you are, your eyes on women are not as good as my heels, women, you still need women to see them accurately!"

"So, what do you think of our daughter-in-law?"

"Mommy," Qingfeng didn't wait for Yuan Jing to speak, he preemptively said: "If you are angry, your eyes will be round, and if you can't do it, you will be ruined, this is very similar to my Yue'er! ”

"You," Yuan Jing sneered, stretched out her hand, and nodded Qingfeng's forehead: "Since dating that girl, it has changed." ”

"Changed?"

Qingfeng's eyes widened.