The experiment lasted for several days, and in addition to testing the power of the Rubik's Cube to relax Roland, another way to reduce stress was the dream world—with a group of witches who were curious about everything and could never stop exclaiming, no matter what. Anything can make you happy.
Preparing to open a store is no exception.
After a month and a half of busy work, Rose Cafe finally ushered in the opening day.
In order to keep a low profile, he deliberately chose to cut the ribbon and set off firecrackers after ten o'clock. During this time, the breakfast shop was basically closed, the students and office workers had already left their residences, and the uncles and aunts were bargaining at the vegetable market. time.
The cafe is located next to the warehouse, with a total of two floors. The rent is 3,500 a month. Although it does not sound expensive, considering the per capita spending power of residents in Tongzi District, this is already a high price.
It's just that Roland doesn't care whether it is profitable, so he doesn't care too much with the landlord. The only requirement is to open up the partition wall between the warehouse and the rental house to facilitate the entry and exit of materials. Of course, when the lease is withdrawn, it will be filled back intact.
Seeing that he paid the rent for a year in one go, the landlord readily agreed.
But these rhetoric are to hide people's eyes and ears.
Roland didn't plan to change his career to business, and the Taquila witch certainly had no interest in serving others, so the decoration of the cafe was purely a decoration, not so much a store as a small place for everyone to entertain themselves. .
If he could, he hoped that it would be best if there were no guests at all.
In order to achieve this goal, every drink on the sign hanging at the door is "astronomical": such as 260 cups of latte, 300 cups of caramel macchiato. He didn't know the difference between these coffee categories, it was just the price of a certain store multiplied by ten.
You must know that a bottle of soy milk next door is only 15 cents.
He didn't believe that anyone would really patronize this "black shop".
In the same way, if someone is obviously going to be slaughtered and wants to come in to consume, then in all likelihood, it is the "promised person" on the note.
But whether the name "Rose" really counts, Roland has no idea at all.
"Your Majesty, is this enough?" Phyllis put down the ribbon in her hand.
"Well, as long as the ribbon is cut, Rose Cafe is officially open." He nodded, "Let's go and celebrate with everyone."
Pushing the door and entering the house, what caught my eye was a bar counter and several small round tables, each with candle lights and rose vases, and the speakers played soft music, which seemed to be the case. However, when the two climbed to the second floor, the atmosphere became very different - it was more appropriate to call it a small restaurant than a cafe.
Roland purchased a full set of kitchen utensils and barbecue grills for the ancient witches who entered the dreamland. Compared with the beginning, he could only take them to eat Kaifeng dishes and Lanlan Road. Now he can taste all kinds of fresh food without going out. Probably to make up for hundreds of years of regret, and the high-end cuisine brought back from the hotel last time opened the door to a new world. Everyone's enthusiasm for cooking is beyond imagination, except for learning to use modern cooking utensils such as gas stoves and microwave ovens at the beginning. It took some time, and then almost without his guidance, I was able to figure out all kinds of new dishes according to the recipe.
In addition, several of them are extraordinarily talented, and the finished products are quite a bit like star chefs. Although they are slightly lacking in plate setting and parquet, their control of knife work and heat is absolutely impeccable. Liz is one of them.
"Your Majesty, I just learned to braise eel, would you like to try it?"
"The freshly grilled tenderloin is here!"
"Your Majesty, can you help me find some cold dishes?"
There was a constant stream of hellos from witches, and it was clear that for them, cooking was no less fun than watching a movie or going out.
It's a pity that the dream world can't let them stay here. Looking at the lively scene on the second floor, Roland can't help but feel a little regretful. After learning the news of Elena's sacrifice, he has entered the dream world many times, hoping to see it here again. to the other party, but neither the warehouse nor the package building has changed because of this.
This means that sooner or later they will have to say goodbye here.
Whether it was because of the war or his passing as an ordinary person, all these experiences would become untouchable memories.
Probably because of this, they will cherish every time they enter the dream world.
Maybe... He should also increase the frequency of sleeping, even if it is not for decompression, as long as they can stay here for a while, it is worthwhile.
"Ding ding ding--"
At this moment, a crisp wind chime came from the first floor.
The house suddenly fell silent.
"Your Majesty, there are guests here." Phyllis reminded.
No, is it possible that the responder's response was so fast that the cafe came to the door as soon as it opened? He winked at everyone, "According to the plan." Then he walked downstairs with Phyllis - among these ancient witches, only No. 76, who had been lurking in the "dark money" for a while, served others. experience.
"There is no one at the bar. Your purpose of opening this shop is really to provide a job for the villagers?"
The visitor crossed his chest with his hands, frowned slightly, and stared at Roland suspiciously. For a split second, he felt the other person's eyes scrutinize his cheeks and collar twice.
The "guest" is Garcia.
Roland breathed a sigh of relief. The other party knew about the establishment of the cafe for a long time, and he was able to smoothly hand over to the previous tenant, including the assistance of the star martial artist. He nodded to Phyllis, "Two cups of coffee." Then he made a gesture of invitation to Garcia, "Of course, getting them out of the village has always been my goal."
"Wait, I'm not going to drink—"
"I invited you, no money."
Garcia then sat down, "Anyway, the price you are hanging outside is too exaggerated, it's hard to believe the real purpose of your store."
"You're wrong," Roland pretended to be sincere. "From the country to the big city, the most important thing is to adapt. If customers flock here, do you think they can still work in peace? It's good not to be frightened. It doesn't matter if I don't make money, the key is to give them a space to adapt to life in a big city, and this is the meaning of Rose Cafe."
"Is it... Is that so?" she asked dubiously.
"Of course. In addition, I would also like to thank you for the invitation letter you gave last time, which was really helpful." Roland took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Is the identity problem solved?"
"More than that, the school has been arranged. It's the same school as Zero, but they are in the high school." He smiled, "Those three have always wanted to thank you in person."
"It's good to help..." Garcia's expression softened a lot, "It's not necessary to say thank you, after all, this is all due to your efforts - in order not to leave excuses for father and the media, I have no choice after all stand out."
Roland shook his head, "It's enough to be able to do this."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
"Coffee is here, please take it slow." Phyllis's voice broke the deadlock.
Garcia came back to his senses, as if trying to hide something, and lowered his head to hold the cup. "By the way, I have something to tell you."
"It has something to do with the Martial Daoist Association?" Roland was not surprised, after all, the other party was not the kind of idler who would stop by when he had nothing to do.
She nodded, "Yes, there is a task explained above, and you are designated to participate."
"It shouldn't be an exhibition match, right? I heard that the preliminaries for the new martial arts tournament seem to be about to start."
"No... It's a joint extermination mission." Garcia said sternly.