you are my Destiny

Chapter 23 "For nothing" but not "for no reason"

A pair of well-knit hands methodically cut the almost mature steak on the plate. The cuts were neat, and almost every piece was extremely uniform. Chen Siyuan pushed the cut steak in front of me.

This is the best western restaurant on the busiest ice cream avenue in Barnes & Noble. The location is quite difficult to decide because there is only one window seat in the whole store.From this window, you can see the whole street scene of Ice Cream Avenue. This city is not developed, and there are many unique old buildings. Countless strange faces pass by in a hurry. The relative smile is bright. Whenever I see such a scene, I feel like an observer and love this city very much.

Several tourists passed by the window, picked up the SLR to take pictures, and looked into the window from the outside. Chen Siyuan was wearing a good-looking suit, holding a delicate knife and fork lightly. , indeed, he has a warm and dignified temperament, very much like a giant who can be on the front page of a magazine at any time.

I was in a great mood, curled up on the sofa opposite him, with the corners of my mouth curled up, "Brother, you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, this steak looks like dry wood for you to cut, I really don't want to eat it."

Chen Siyuan smiled at me, concentrated on cutting off a small piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and occasionally took a sip of the flat white coffee on hand.

We chatted casually, and I never opened my mouth to say anything to my family. At this juncture, I tried several times, but still couldn’t say anything. He picked up the coffee, and a little white instantly mixed with the whole cup of coffee. The whole cup of coffee is rich and smooth, so he asked vaguely, "That..."

"Ok?"

"Did Fu Tinglan come up with my cheap name?"

"Why did you start caring about Mr. Fu today?" Chen Siyuan gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and put the knife and fork as if he had finished eating. The waiter ran over with a blushing face and quickly took away his tableware.

"Sir, the sun is a bit dazzling now, do you need to cover it?" The waiter blushed and looked at Chen Siyuan secretly from the corner of his eyes.

Chen Siyuan looked at me with doting eyes, "Let's put on a veil."

The waiter adjusted the veil and placed a magazine and a glass of lemonade in front of him.He flipped through the magazines without looking at me.

"It's nothing, you drink me every day, so I can't ask, waiter, I want that glass of lemonade too."

I walked around for a long time, Chen Siyuan naturally understood, he deliberately took another sip of the coffee, to show me that he appreciates this cup of coffee, and looked at my lovely appearance with a smile.

"Our toffee has grown up and learned to be reserved with me." Chen Siyuan smiled lightly, and did not ask further questions.

I continued to eat the velvet cake unhurriedly, purposely elongated my voice to be coquettish, "Brother..."

"Is the work of the TV station going well?"

The afternoon sun just shined on Chen Siyuan's face through the huge veil. The outline is sharp, perfect and has an invisible sense of distance. The whole figure is like an oil painting with a floating texture like oil paint. Dare to look far away, dare not approach him.

"I like it, I don't like it, I just need you." After I finished speaking, I laughed for a long time. Such words are not like me. It is true that when I ask for help, the whole person will become strange, and I can say such nasty words.

"Oh?"

"Our toffee is so capable, and always likes to do things independently. She shouldn't need the help of my brother, right?"

"Brother! Do you still want to listen to me?" I was patient and prepared to conquer unilaterally. "I would like to ask my brother to open a new section of our program as the owner of a private museum."

"If it's something that you don't have money to spend recently and your mother doesn't want to give you money, you can come to me anytime." Chen Siyuan smiled in satisfaction, looked at me with his characteristic mischievous eyes, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, He said almost out of breath, "You know, I am not the owner of this museum."

"Brother, you did it on purpose. You are not her personal belongings. I want you to participate, not her museum!" I dropped the glass of lemonade and glared at the smiling waiter next to me.

He was still sitting on the opposite side drinking coffee, and after drinking it, gently handed it to the waiter who maintained a perfect posture. Soon his hand stopped in the air, and a new cup of coffee was placed in Chen Siyuan's hand.

"Sir, this is a new Ethiopian coffee bean in our store. This cup is extremely mellow and American. I want you to help taste it."

Chen Siyuan didn't look at the waiter, and tapped the table with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand at the same time to express his gratitude, and looked at me with a faint smile, "I'm curious for whom you will speak to me, Zhuang Hanhan ?"

"Just say whether you want to go or not."

Chen Siyuan slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled charmingly, attracting the customers and waiters around him to keep looking over.

I pursed my lips deliberately, and at the same time I noticed that he didn't touch the cup of coffee that was too generous, but was already ready to finish the lunch.

"Brother, you check me again!"

Chen Siyuan showed support for everything, "When you drank too much, you grabbed me by the neck and swore to you. I can't pretend to be stupid."

A few small beads of sweat quickly overflowed from my forehead, and seeing that he had already stood up, I prepared to give him a fatal blow. Although my eyes were not filled with tears, I used all my skills and said coquettishly, "Then you go Don't go!"

"I can promise you, but there is one condition." Chen Siyuan rubbed my hair like a cat, "Mr. Fu agrees."

"It's me being sloppy again, I knew it, hum!" Seeing that he turned around and was about to leave, I muttered in a low voice, squinting at him impatiently.

"Come on, I'll take you to work, you're going to be late."

I put on my coat, and said coquettishly, "It's too bullying, I have no place at home, my brother doesn't love me, and I'm about to lose my job. I know I'm just superfluous." I thought, rolling my eyes and almost performing about to be hypoxic.

I unconsciously reached out to touch the recommended cup of coffee, "I don't know what's so interesting about this coffee, hehe, I'm just a joke..."

I never drink coffee. I didn't expect this cup of coffee to be so bitter. I took a big mouthful and almost burst into tears.

"It's...it's an unbelievable taste." I saw the waiter looking at me with puzzled eyes, and I swallowed back the words of the bad comment.

"Fu Ruibai is a literary girl in the coffee industry, and her birth has always been a mystery."

Chen Siyuan pulled back the waist that had been out for more than ten seconds. At this point, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and continued, "There are many things that are 'for nothing', but not 'for no reason'. Mr. Fu has been looking for the mystery of life, and Fu Ruibai It would be a perfect answer. Your name is Flat White, which means that she wants to put her whole life in your hands. The white dot in the middle of Flat White is like a little hope that rises, and it is also It can be said that you are her only hope."

[This is an unofficial version of the origin of "Fu Rui Bai": in the winter of the 90s of the last century, in a small seaside town abroad, there was an endless stream of tourists, making a small coffee shop overcrowded. There was only one barista in this shop. The owner of this shop is also a handmade coffee, so he made a mistake when making a cup of cappuccino for the guests. Because his wrist started to ache, it was often not enough, and the milk froth he made was not fully utilized, but because he was very Wanting to save costs, I still served the coffee to the guest, and tried to explain to the guest, sincerely saying: "This is a cup of Flat White (meaning that the milk foam is very flat, not fully developed into a state of rising), I'm sorry, If you think the taste is not good enough, I would like to give it to you personally.” The guest was magnanimous and understood the owner’s difficulties, tasted it, and praised it sincerely, “The taste is very good.” So the owner of the shop made it again after work. A cup, and keep this practice and add it to the menu of the store.Although this story has not been verified from the beginning to the end, and there are other versions of Flat White Coffee in succession, I am more convinced by the description of this story. If you are a coffee lover, you will know that in the actual operation, this This situation does happen from time to time.In this article, the author cites the history of this generation only to highlight the integrity of the story. 】

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