Senbei carried the bag back to the room and put it next to the screen.
The gray-yellow old paper bag has no patterns on it, just two simple and concise words, which I like.
Xianbei carefully took out the strawberry milk cap and held it in her hand, her fingertips were slightly cold.
In the water-red translucent liquid, the swaying strawberry pulp can be clearly seen.
The thick and soft milk lid mixed with a large section of pink and white, occupying 2/3 of the capacity of the cup body.
When the cup is opened, the sweet fragrance is refreshing, which is the March breath mixed with the milky smell.
looks delicious...
Take out the straws - I have to say, the favorite straws will be neatly sealed in a slender paper bag.
Unpacking his takeout is like unpacking a gift or art.
Sitting down, poking the straw in, the slightly thick and tender strawberry pulp swirls again.
Senbei put their hands together in a ceremonial way, grateful in their hearts, thank you, thank you for all the delicacy in the world, and their creators.
Then he stepped forward and took a deep breath.
wow, delicious...
Full of mellowness, and plenty of fruit pieces...
The sweetness is just right...
She is not that sweet person, so milk tea is usually only mixed with three parts sugar.
I thought it was just strawberry juice, but I didn't expect that there was astringent green tea in it, coupled with the slightly salty cheese in the cup, which properly neutralized the single sweetness of the juice.
After the sweetness, the aftertaste is long.
…
It took half an hour to finish the whole cup with concentration, even scraping the milk cap with a straw.
Senbei took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer and unscrewed the marker.
Promise others to write a good review, or give her a drink for free, no matter what, you must be full of sincerity.
After thinking about it, Xianbei turned out the dictionary, found all kinds of beautiful words, and wrote down two hundred words to express his love for this drink.
After the end, read it through, how to see how official and perfunctory...
She really isn't good at expressing herself...
Xianbei slumped to the table in depression, pondered for a moment, pouted his head, and reached down to the watercolors on the bookshelf...
—
At noon the next day, Chen Zhuo took the initiative to take over Xiao Rui's work again.
Watching the boss's car go away, Xiao Rui and Deputy Store Manager Zhou stood side by side, thoughtful.
Xiao Rui: "The boss has recently started to go deeper into the mass line?"
Zhou Qingshu chuckled: "It's the route to go deep into the heaven."
Xiao Rui: "?? Huh?"
Zhou Qingshu frowned: "The fairy is very beautiful?"
Xiaorui spread her hands: "...how do I know, I just saw her hand and didn't say a word."
Zhou Qingshu repeatedly agreed, with a clear face: "Sure enough, men are interested in girls with a sense of mystery."
Xiao Rui: "Ah???"
Zhou Qingshu hooked his shoulder: "You are still young, you don't understand, and you will understand when you grow taller."
Xiao Rui, who was one head shorter than him, threw away the man's arm: "Go to the side."
In his early days, Chen Zhuo arrived at the Zhongjing County Mansion, more than ten minutes earlier than the designated time.
At this moment, Xianbei was squatting on the chair, still racking his brains to fight the plot of "Qi Xie".
She tensed when she heard the doorbell.
This voice had rang many times, and it still shocked her.
After remembering what it was, Xianbei pouted and exhaled, and hurriedly flipped through the hand-painted book on the table.
After a while, she found yesterday's watercolor from the mezzanine. She pulled it out, put on her slippers, and trotted to the door.
Close to the cat's eye examination, eh, it really is him.
Mr. Banmarutou didn't tie the halfballhead today, but tied it all together, revealing a complete and beautiful neck.
The reason why he looks good is because his Adam's apple line is particularly clear.
In the male composition she has learned, the shadow treatment of this part should be like this, and even his is even more vivid.
Lined with the equally prominent jawbones…
The edges and corners are too good, and the long hair does not detract from the masculinity at all.
Thinking of this, Xian Bei raised the drawing paper in his hand and looked at it.
She rarely paints this style, and she doesn't know if the other party will be satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Senbei twisted the door handle and pushed the door panel out of the gap within her usual range.
Then, slowly... rubbed the paper out.
Chen Zhuo, who was outside the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at—
Towards himself, there is a piece of white paper that pops up.
He raised his arm and tried to take it, but the paper suddenly became terrified.
It seems that if you move an inch further, there will be flames that will burn you.
The next moment, the person inside seemed to be really hot again, and let go, and the paper was completely released into Chen Zhuo's hands.
Chen Zhuo flattened, closed his eyes, and was slightly taken aback.
On the white paper, it is not a few words, nor a big talk, but a painting.
watercolor.
A girl with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a tutu dress with macaron powder, and her waistcoat is mint green.
The small round-toed leather shoes are also creamy white, and there is a leaf-shaped hairpin stuck on the side of the hair.
She was carrying a strawberry-like bag in front of her in both hands. His head was slightly tilted, his face was flushed, and his eyes were curved into crescents.
Below this painting is a line of words:
"Thank you very much, the strawberry milk cap is very delicious. But my ability to express is limited, so I can only draw a personification for her."
Chen Zhuo pursed his lips and looked at the painting carefully again.
Obviously, she put her heart into it, and every component was expressed by her with specific clothes and colors, and it was integrated into one.
The girl's radiant smile may be the taste brought by this cup of tea.
For Chen Zhuo, the word "drinking" is enough.
It was an unexpected surprise to get such a painting.
Chen Zhuo took out the gel pen in his trousers pocket and wrote, "It's a good drawing, can you give it to me?"
back to the door.
Xianbei took it, and after seeing the reply above, she was anxious and fell back.
The corners of her lips curved without knowing it, she turned around immediately, ran to the study, grabbed a pen, and wrote on the table along the way:
"It was meant for you."
Chen Zhuo was outside, and he could clearly hear the sound of the little girl slipping the soles of her shoes and rubbing the floor.
With a knowing smile, he glanced at the crack of the door again, and probed into the blank paper.
Only this time, it no longer tentatively tested it, and stopped halfway out, as if it was obediently waiting for Chen Zhuo to take it.
He also accepted it, read the words on it clearly, and the man raised his eyebrows again.
Chen Zhuo also thanked him. Just as he was about to send the paper back, he thought about it and made up something.
When she returned to Xian Bei's hand, she almost snorted.
He was learning from her yesterday, and there was a simple smiley face behind "Thank you".
that is…
The artist is a little lousy...
My facial features are obviously so tough, I just painted myself in the style of old man Ding.
Ugly and ugly.
At this time, the man outside the door spoke: "You haven't got the milk tea today."
"..." Oh, yes, there is also milk tea, Xianbei silently responded in his heart.
She had to return the painting, she was suddenly curious about the identity of the man.
After moving here, this is the first time that I have spoken to someone other than a non-editor for so long.
Could it be that the little brother who delivered the milk tea was replaced
The doubts in his heart were about to come out, Xianbei tried to open his mouth, but couldn't ask.
too difficult…
I had no choice but to continue to ask on that piece of paper, "Are you always delivering milk tea from now on?"
Returning the painting, she, as usual, hid behind the door to take today's takeout.
Outside, the man took the painting and didn't respond.
It should be over.
He got the painting and she got milk tea.
After he said thank you, that's the end of today's topic, right
That should be right, right
Should she close the door
Xian Bei Xu was leaning against the door panel, scratching his head, feeling a little helpless.
Did he see the question on the paper
Is it too much, she asks
Isn't this a bit of a deliberate suspicion
It's over, will he feel that she is plotting against him
Ahhh curiosity really kills cats... TAT
The corridor is very quiet.
Suddenly, she heard the soft sound of his origami, one, two, rustling.
"I'll go first," said the man outside, in a calm tone.
Fortunately, fortunately, he probably didn't see it, or didn't mind if he saw it.
Some intense psychological activity quickly made the senbei fall to the ground.
She didn't know who to show it to, she nodded twice, her shoulder was against the door, and she tried to reach it.
The next moment, one hand held the handle that was about to be locked at any time!
The sudden reverse force made Xianbei almost jump out of a meter.
Then, she heard the man outside the door, with a deep voice, asking, "Do you want me to deliver it in the future?"
Electric voice...
From the door panel...
…
…
What, what
Blood rushed to the brain, and Xianbei's face instantly flushed red.