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"Ren, do you know Western tea?"

Ren Yingying ignored him, Qiu Sheng was not annoyed, and asked again, "My master knows Western tea very well."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, three black lines appeared on his forehead.

It was the first time he came to a western restaurant, what kind of western tea did he know.

Qiu Sheng continued: "But I know Western tea better than my master!"

Ren Yingying sighed and didn't respond.

Wen Cai whispered on the side: "Qiusheng, people ignore you, look at me."

Wen Cai coughed twice, took out a white silk scarf, and put it on his neck in a pretentious way, but he looked like a big horse monkey.

"Vita, serve tea!"

When Ren Yingying heard this, she burst out laughing.

"It's not Weita, it's waiter, which means waiter, and it's not necessary to say 'serving tea' in a western restaurant."

"waiter!" Ren Yingying called out elegantly. Although her English is not standard, the waiters here are not foreigners, they can understand.

"What do you need, please?"

"Bring me a cup of Western tea!" Qiu Sheng interjected.

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched, Western tea is a collective name, and this person is dressed in such a rustic way that he is still wearing it in front of a woman.

This makes the waiter's embarrassing cancer to commit.

Qiu Sheng saw the waiter ignore him, raised his hand and said, "Then give me a cup of 'feed you'."

He wants to talk about whisky, but the culture is not enough.

Wen Cai is not as stupid as Qiu Sheng. He is sitting upright, with a straight back and a bright white silk scarf on his chest.

Shen said: "waiter, here, ladies first, Ren, you decide, what do you drink, what do we drink?"

Qiusheng woke up like a dream: "Yes, ladies first, Ren, you have some!"

Ren Yingying wanted to laugh, but held back.

"Three lattes."

The waiter left.

Qiu Sheng wondered, "What kind of iron is a latte?"

Wen Cai immediately explained: "I don't understand this. I'm telling you to read more books. Latte means drinking tea with iron."

"puff!"

Ren Yingying burst into laughter when she heard this novel explanation.

Wen Cai also seemed to realize that what he said was wrong, and immediately blushed.

Suddenly he had an idea and said, "Ren, I'm joking, you look so beautiful when you smile."

Only then did Ren Yingying look up at the man who made her laugh several times.

At first glance, wow, so ugly.

Second glance, wow, how can it be so ugly.

The third look, forget it, don't watch it, it's disgusting.

Coffee came quickly.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at the dark coffee in the cup and wanted to comment, but they were speechless.

Simply, pick up the cup and take a sip.

"Pfft!" With a sound, the two vomited directly.

"Why is it so painful?"

"Too hard to drink."

Listening to the comments of the two, Ren Yingying still has the heart to drink coffee.

At this moment, Ninth Uncle and Ren Master had already talked.

Qiusheng rolled his eyes, picked up his coffee as if offering a treasure, and ran to Ninth Uncle.

"Master, this is the western tea presented to you by your disciple. It's delicious."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, Lao Huai was relieved.

Just as I was thirsty, I picked up the cup and the cow took a sip.

"Pfft!" He vomited directly.

"What kind of western tea is this, so unpleasant to drink!"

He looked at Qiusheng, Qiusheng pointed at Wencai, which meant Wencai came up with the idea.

Before Wen Cai had time to refute, he was grabbed by Uncle Ninth's neck and lifted directly, as if he was carrying a rag doll, and left the western restaurant cursingly.