Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

While grandpa was still alive and could hold back the situation, he decided to split up the family as soon as possible. Anyway, his father was also the eldest son of the eldest son, so it was not a loss to split up the family. He waited for the split, and whether he earned more or less was all his own.

What makes Mo Qingyi even more unable to understand is that it's okay for others to make trouble, but now, even his younger sister, Mo Qingxue, has started to make trouble too, what is she making trouble with?No matter how the family is divided, it's not her turn. Can she not be so stupid?

"Baolian, what do you want?" Mo Qingyi hurriedly opened the menu and said with a smile, "There are all kinds of delicious food here."

It's impossible for Mr. Mei to sit here and wait for her father, but if Duanmu Baolian wants to eat something, that's another matter.

"Let me see!" Duanmu Baolian took the menu. Naturally, the cafe is not only for coffee, but also for catering and other things. All kinds of Western food are complete. Sun Wuye is very business-minded and understands Chinese and Western Combined to cater to the appetite of the Chinese people.

"I heard that the sushi here is pretty good!" Mr. Mei said, "Baolian, do you want to try it?"

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian nodded and said, "Didn't you say that you want to treat me to the most expensive coffee?"

"Hmm...Sumatra." Mr. Mei smiled mischievously again.

Mo Qingyi looked up in a daze, Sumatra?Does Duanmu Baolian know what kind of coffee is Sumatra?If she didn't know, wait for her to drink it, and Mr. Mei told her him in a prank version, would she crawl to the bathroom and vomit?But seeing Mr. Mei's smug smile, he forcibly held back what he wanted to say.

"Will you drink with me?" Duanmu Baolian was also taken aback, then narrowed her big eyes and asked with a smile.

"I like Blue Mountain Coffee." Mr. Mei has no interest in Sumatra.

"Uncle——" Duanmu Baolian hugged his arm, and called coquettishly, "Let's go together."

"I don't like it, why don't you let Young Master Mo accompany you, and I treat you?" Mr. Mei didn't have the courage to take a sip of Sumatra no matter what.

Mo Qingyi felt that Mr. Mei was really unkind, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said, "If Baolian doesn't object, I can accompany him."

"Okay..." Duanmu Baolian didn't force her when she saw that he disagreed, "I want ice cream!"

The waiter hurriedly said: "Miss, we have Haagen-Dazs here, take a look, what flavor do you like?"

"Hmm..." Duanmu Baolian began to choose ice cream seriously, "I haven't tried this kind of ice cream, I want one, and this kind...well, and this one, ah...this one has an outer packaging?"

The waiter nodded quickly. It was obvious that this little beauty was more interested in Haagen-Dazs than in Sumatra, so he couldn't help laughing.

"These, and these, I haven't seen anywhere else, you can give me a copy of each, if I like, can I pack it?" Duanmu Baolian has a small white hand, touching her chin, big and small. His eyes were full of curiosity, and he asked, "I want more, take it back and put it in the refrigerator, and eat slowly."

"Many of these are made with pure cream. Fresh ones are more delicious. Of course, if the lady wants to pack them, we have some new ones that are already packaged. You can try them." The waiter smiled.

Mo Qingyi rubbed the cold sweat on his head, looked at the ice cream she ordered, frowned and said, "Baolian...have you eaten ice cream today?"