Chapter 143                                                                                                                             

Tianhe District, Bai's Milk Tea Shop.

This is a remote milk tea shop located at the end of the food street and at the corner of the alley. Because it did not join the popular tribute tea and imperial tea brands, it only used the "Baishi" left over from the last century to make the signature store name; so there are not many customers here. But today is an exception. The only few seats in the small store are already full; there are also a lot of customers waiting to order orders outside the store, and they are all male customers.

The boss is a rough but generally ordinary uncle. He wears an apron on his body but a dissonant cowboy hat on his head. At first glance, he has a unique look of police uniforms and nurse hats. In contrast to his slightly rough appearance, his superb craftsmanship, the method of rinsing milk tea, the dosage of ingredients and the rhythmic stirring. His movements are so skillful that it is pleasing to the eye; it seems that an unknown master of art is completing a craft.

There is no doubt that this is a veteran, and every step he performs is so perfect; the connection and switching of steps can be completely smooth. The only drawback is that his menu only has a milk tea like "signature milk tea"; there are only a few types of snacks in the store.

The two ladies sitting at the innermost table, you have been there for half an hour! If you don’t add orders, please leave the store and give the seat to other customers. There are still a lot of people waiting outside! The uncle wiped his hand on the apron and urged dissatisfiedly.

Sitting at the bottom are two women. One of them is tall, with purple hair as bright as a waterfall, giving people a graceful charm; it is the type of wife who looks like a story at first glance. Although the cute and melancholy girl in the University of Technology next to her is not as mature, coquettish and charming as the former, she should be young at an ignorant age! No one likes to taste the flesh of lemons, the fragrance of lemons is the attraction.

Then let’s have two more cups of signature milk tea. Zihuan smiled and asked the boss.

Damn! It's been so bad for eight lifetimes! Every time you come to me to have a heart-to-heart talk, can't you change the store? Look at the long queues outside, who didn't come for you? Although the uncle complained so much, his mood was not affected at all; his movements were still so smooth.

Isn't this good? After helping you take on so many businesses, the country's GDP has also increased. Zihuan turned around and looked at the boss and smiled sweetly.

If you want to increase GDP, go to a high-end Western restaurant. What is the increase in my milk tea shop that costs about ten yuan? The boss said angrily, "I told you not to come next time; every time I choose the time when there is an activity in FGO! I don't need to do anything?" The boss said, and took out a sign in the drawer with a closing note and put it on the counter.

You are not short of money, so isn't it enough to just krypton money? A nonsense activity. Chen Xiaotong said in a depressed manner while drinking milk tea.

How can krypton gold enjoy the joy of the game?

Are you sure krypton gold is not happy?

Well, okay; krypton gold is quite happy, but this is not the happiness I want. The uncle had already prepared a new cup of milk tea and put it on the counter while he was speaking.

Milk tea from table No. 1! Get it over and get it yourself!

OK! I took it and took it. Chen Xiaotong pouted and walked to the counter. She could feel the scorching gazes of several tables around her for just a short distance.

Are men in this world like this? Can only be called a real man? A figure gradually emerged in Chen Xiaotong's heart, the figure bathed in thunder and lightning, like a god descending to earth. Unfortunately, she is not the woman behind that boy. No matter how hard she works, she cannot occupy a place in that man's heart.

Zi Huan, who was standing beside her, touched Chen Xiaotong's head with distress: "It seems you are really moved." Zi Huan's emotional intelligence is very high. She knew that what she said to Chen Xiaotong at this time would have the opposite effect. Instead of persuading Chen Xiaotong to give up, it would be better to encourage her to launch an attack.

Zihuan drank a sip of milk tea and shook the ice inside. Instead of giving up with regret, it would be better to attack vigorously, even if it would fail or suffer very severe injuries; it would be better than living in this shadow in the future. Feelings are always more painful than long pain.

Since you are moved, then confess your love. Maybe he is interested in you too.

Chen Xiaotong shook her head, her eyes dim and distressing: "Have Sister Zihuan encountered an opponent that you can't defeat no matter how hard you try?"

Zihuan didn't say anything, and this girl was brought out by herself; she knew that what Chen Xiaotong needed at this time was not to tell her the big truth, but to be a listener.

I am really desperate! He can die for her who has died! How could I have a chance of winning in the face of this bond that transcends life? I am really jealous of the girl named Zheng Yongfen. Whether she is alive or dead, how could she stay in Xu Ziling's heart like this? What am I not as good as her? Maybe it's just because she met Xu Ziling before me? But this is unfair, isn't it? Chen Xiaotong's voice was terrible, and the surging unwillingness was hidden in the fury of desperate suppression; this hysterical fury was also fragile and helpless.

At the moment of his emotions, Chen Xiaotong noticed that her tears were about to flow out, so she picked up the milk tea and raised her head and drank it like a wine. In this way, the tears would not fall when she lifted her head.

Zihuan held her cheek with one hand and looked at Chen Xiaotong who was showing off.

This kid...is really moved.
Chapter completed!