House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 155 – The Cappuccino Belongs To Me

Mo Fei just stared at Yang Yi in this way. This made Yang Yi feel a little scared.

“Well, just now they misunderstood because of the signboard…” Yang Yi wanted to explain.

However, Mo Fei shook her head.

“It’s really a misunderstanding.” Yang Yi argued, his heart was beating like a drum. He was already secretly thinking whether he would admit it or not if Mo Fei continued to ask questions.

Anyway, he had laid the groundwork, and he has also thought of an excuse, but he just wanted to wait for Mo Fei to release the album, so that she didn’t have any burden in her heart.

However, Mo Fei shook her head and said, “I know you’re not Mu Li’ang. That’s obvious!”

Uh…

She then looked closely into Yang Yi’s eyes and said, “I only now discovered that there are a lot of female students who come to your shop to buy coffee!”

Perhaps because the school year was approaching, the coffee shop today has several groups of customers, and the proportion of girls clearly outnumber the proportion of boys. Moreover, they were basically young and beautiful female students.

When he heard her words, Yang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was talking about the gender issue of the customer. That almost scared him to death!

“It’s normal that there are a lot of female students. This is Jiangcheng Media University. It’s famous for the imbalance of male to female student ratio. Except for some science colleges, there are basically more female students than male students, especially for art students. it is said that the ratio of female students to male students have reached an amazing 4:1!” Yang Yi said with a smile.

Who wants to discuss the male-to-female student ratio with you?

Mo Fei annoyedly rolled her eyes at him. She didn’t want to talk to him, but she was still a little unwilling in her heart.

“You’re not allowed to sell cappuccinos to them in the future!” Mo Fei snorted and said, “No cappuccinos on the menu, either!”

Cappuccino was a kind of coffee, but this world didn’t have a coffee that was a mixture of espresso and steamed milk and foamed milk called cappuccino. But Mo Fei heard Yang Yi that day that his coffee was cappuccino, so she thought that this heart-shaped coffee was cappuccino…

“I only sell original handmade coffee here.” Yang Yi reminded Mo Fei, “but why did you say that cappuccino can’t be on the menu? I was thinking about buying a milk frothing machine. Maybe some customers might order this type of coffee.”

“Don’t sell it!” Mo Fei looked at him angrily. “You can only sell your original handmade coffee. You have to know how to refuse, you understand?”

Yang Yi smiled and said, “Well, I also want to adhere to principles.”

Mo Fei was almost amused by this out-of-tune guy, but she still had something to say: “From now on, you can only make cappuccino for me, you understand?”

“Okay, I can try a new shape next time!” Yang Yi said excitedly, “There are many ways to do it, such as making it look like a leaf or a palm tree.”

“I want you to make me the one from that day, the heart-shaped one!” Mo Fei pouted, almost furious.

Yang Yi was stupefied for a moment and looked at Mo Fei. Only now did he understand what they were talking about.

…….

In Beijing, at Zirancun barbeque food stall, Guo Ziyi was eating and drinking with his brothers who were drifter1 from North.

“Shao Guo, let me propose a toast to you!” A short, dark rural brother stood up, holding a glass, and said with a red face, “Although you are younger than me, I think I should call you Teacher Guo, because I have learned a lot from you these days and have made great progress!”

“Geng Sha, don’t say that. Aren’t we all learning from each other and making progress together?” Guo Ziyi also staggered to his feet with a glass in his hand.

This was his farewell banquet. He would be going back to Jiangcheng tomorrow, and would immediately report on the beginning of school. Guo Zi wanted to invite these brothers to have a good meal. He didn’t know when they would meet again, so Guo Ziyi also drank several glasses of beer. He was a little dizzy although he didn’t drink much.

Speaking in his native Mandarin, Geng Sha said, “No, Teacher Guo, I must thank you. Not only did we learn a lot from you, but you also promoted us before you leave, introducing us to Brother Dabin and Director Ruan.”

“These are all trivial things, and I am also just pushing the boat along the current. Whether you can seize the opportunity to prosper or not depends on your own efforts!” Guo Ziyi said.

“Are you guys done?” Several brothers began to kick up a fuss, “if you don’t eat this barbeque, we will eat it up!”

Geng Sha straightened his chest, raised his glass respectfully, and said in a loud voice, “I don’t want to say much. I wish you a bright future, Teacher Guo and a good life of peace!”

After speaking, Geng Sha looked up and drank the glass of beer.

“Hey, just call me Little Guo.” Guo Zi exclaimed. He was also direct and finished his beer with Geng Sha.

…….

At the same time, in a bar in Tingshan District of Jiangcheng, there were crowds of people, some young men and women were drinking, some were talking loudly, and of course there were people jumping in the middle of the dance floor.

“Excuse me, please make way.” Ding Xiang was squeezed around in the crowd. She was small and thin, like a duckweed without any support.

She was doing a part-time job. A little sister introduced her to a job with daily pay, and the bar only opened at night. It wouldn’t conflict with the orientation job she has arranged with Sister Mao Peifu.

Of course, Ding Xiang was not working as a beer girl here. She has dark complexion and thin, and her figure was also plain. Even if she was asked to be a beer girl, it was estimated that she couldn’t do it…

She was carrying a rag, broom and garbage shovel, shuttling around every corner of the bar, cleaning beverage bottles, cups, cigarette butts and other sundries left by the leaving guests, and perhaps a small white umbrella2 in the dark corner that needs to be cleaned. Ding Xiang was a little embarrassed at first, but later she got used to it….

Yes, what Ding Xiang did was the job of a cleaner. The money would be a lot, but she secretly calculated that if she worked hard for more than ten days, she should be able to earn her living expenses in September.

This job wasn’t easy at all. It was mainly about shuttling in and out of the crowd frequently, which was very exhausting.

When she was tired, Ding Xiang would stand at the edge of the crowd and listen to the resident singers in the bar on the stage.

“…I have lost too many people. Today, I have become a victim. I treat you with piety…”

On the stage was a somewhat handsome young man whose name was said to be Lin Mu’an, but because he was singing a Cantonese song, it was hard to resonate in the bar in Jiangcheng.

“Silly boy… dreaming of finding a beautiful beginning, wanting to see through this mind, but it’s ironic to fall down. you come and go, but you still can’t tamper with the will of the heaven…” (Note 1)

In fact, Ding Xiang couldn’t understand it, but she thought Lin Mu’an singing was very good. His voice was the same as his person, clean and pure, but with a sense of sadness. It was very infectious!

Such a boy, as if wrapped in a layer of fog, was very attractive to the girls!

Ding Xiang was no exception. She was also a girl after all.

But… It was just admiration. Ding Xiang looked at her gloves with some inferiority complex, then turned to work. Another guest left, and there was a table for her to clean up.