Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"No, absolutely not!" Duanmu Baolian immediately swore, "I'm a good boy."

"I saw you running to the refrigerator to get ice cream at noon." Mr. Mei didn't show any face, and directly exposed her lie.

"Uncle, you must have read it wrong." Duanmu Baolian said in a serious manner.

"Ice cream is the last one!" Mo Qingyi sighed, this kid only loves ice cream, he has nothing else to pursue, "Just serve the smallest portion of everything."

"Okay!" The waiter didn't object. Obviously, these two big men don't know how to eat ice cream. Those things belong to that girl, but she ordered more than ten different kinds of ice cream by herself, which is really unreasonable. It was a little too much, even if Mo Qingyi didn't say anything, he would still give her a small portion. After all, if the girl eats up and makes a scene, their cafe's reputation will not be good.

Then Mo Qingyi took the menu, ordered something, and ordered the waiter to go out.

Soon, the coffee was delivered, two cups of Sumatra and one cup of Blue Mountain.

Mr. Mei held a coffee cup, looked at Duanmu Baolian with a smile, and said, "Boss Baolian, please try it, this is the most expensive coffee in the world."

"Oh?" Duanmu Baolian picked up the coffee cup, took a small sip, savored it carefully for a while, and then said, "It's just a shame!"

"It's just a false name?" Mr. Mei raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The most expensive coffee in the world seems to be no different from ordinary coffee." Duanmu Baolian couldn't help taking another sip while talking, and asked, "Will you suffer from insomnia at night?"

"Probably not, but..." Mr. Mei wanted to laugh. If she knew, would she crawl to the bathroom to vomit?When I drank it for the first time, I crawled to the bathroom and vomited it up. Since then, I have stayed away from this kind of coffee.

"Baolian, Sumatra is a place." Mo Qingyi picked up the coffee and took a sip. He didn't care, although he also thought that the coffee was in vain, and it wasn't as rich and mellow as the hype said.

"I don't know where Sumatra is, but I know this coffee." Duanmu Baolian glanced at Mr. Mei resentfully, "Uncle is not a good person."

"You know..." Mr. Mei was a little puzzled, "Then you still eat?"

Duanmu Baolian pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "I happened to read a report not long ago, saying that Sumatra is rich in coffee, and in Sumatra, there is this kind of very cute cat called civet cat, this Sumatra coffee is civet cat Poop, hum, you want to coax me to drink, and then disgust me, don't you? You weird uncle."

Well, Mr. Mei touched his nose, expressing speechlessness, what else could he say?

"Uncle..." Duanmu Baolian suddenly smiled mischievously, "You drank my fruit tea yesterday, how did you feel?"

"Hmm... not bad!" Mr. Mei nodded honestly, "It's refreshing and lubricating, it's a must-have for cooling off in summer, very good."

"I mixed honey in it." Duanmu Baolian squinted her big eyes and said with a cheerful smile, "This honey is bee excrement, haha."

Mr. Mei instantly felt very uncomfortable, this damned little girl, she must have done it on purpose.