After a while, Qi Ling walked over with two extremely expensive coffee cups in a sterling silver tray.
Looking at the coffee Qi Ling brought, Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, this is pretty good."
Qi Ling gently picked up two cups of coffee from the tray and placed it carefully in front of the two of them.
"Please two, please use it slowly." Qi Ling said with a smile.
At this time, some regular customers here exclaimed softly when they saw the tray and coffee cups that Qi Ling brought out...
Mengyao picked up the coffee cup on the table, turned around and looked at it, and muttered disdainfully: "What kind of broken cup is just a little fancy? I'm grabbing this thing in the night market."
In fact, Mengyao doesn't know coffee cups at all, but she always feels that Qi Ling can't come up with anything good, so she naturally classified this cup and those street stall goods.
Hearing Mengyao's words, the chins of several old customers were almost falling to the ground. The woman actually said that this cup was a street stall product? At this time, the expressions on the faces of several customers were extremely wonderful. I wonder what the maker of this cup would react...
Jiang Feng picked up the cup and pretended to sniff it, "Well, the taste is very mellow. It seems to be the best among black coffee, and it is almost comparable to the Nestle coffee I drink."
As soon as Jiang Feng said this, some customers couldn't help laughing. Although this was a theme cafe for League of Legends, several customers who often came were veteran coffee lovers. When Jiang Feng compared this cup of coffee with Nestle Coffee, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
Jiang Feng picked up the coffee cup and blew it slightly, looked at Qi Ling and smiled, "Qi Ling, do it well, I think you have a good future. Meng Yao, I take good care of you, you are your waiter, I will send you a wedding invitation on the day we get married, hahaha!"
After pausing, Jiang Feng continued, "Oh by the way! Are you still playing League of Legends? If you are willing to come next week, we are very welcome! We are missing a good waiter like you! If you come, I promise! You don't need an assessment, I will let you join the team directly!" Jiang Feng patted his chest.
As he said that, Jiang Feng put the coffee beside his mouth and took a sip, smashed it and said, "It's a bit astringent, not as delicious as Nestle coffee, but the fragrance is still good."
Hearing Jiang Feng's words, Meng Yao smiled at him, picked up the cup and took a sip as Jiang Feng's way. Suddenly, the strange smell in her mouth made Meng Yao frown, "What the hell is this coffee? It's so hard to drink?" Meng Yao said to herself.
But thinking of so many people watching, Mengyao knew that if she said that this cup of coffee was hard to drink, it would mean that she didn't understand coffee at all. In other words, she came to the coffee shop just to pretend. Seeing that Zhou Ren seemed to understand coffee very much, she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of so many people, so she also learned from Jiang Feng to smash it and said, "It's not bad, but it's not as good as the coffee in the milk tea shop downstairs of my house."
"Downstairs?"
"Milk tea shop?"
Hearing Mengyao and Jiang Feng's words, the customers in the coffee shop could no longer hold it back and burst into laughter.
Suddenly, Jiang Feng and Meng Yao felt relieved. Could it be that they had said something wrong just now? But on the surface, the two of them were still sitting there with their bodies straightened, looking like I knew very well.
Looking at the two of them, the people around them burst into laughter again.
At this time, Qi Ling stood aside with a smile, and the two of them stretched out their hands, meaning that it was time to pay.
Looking at Qi Ling's appearance and the laughter in the hall, Meng Yao and Jiang Feng were very embarrassed. They knew that they must have said something wrong, and everyone must have been laughing at them, but they themselves didn't know what they said wrongly.
Since they didn't know what they said wrong, the two could not refute everyone and could only sit there awkwardly. Under the ridicule of everyone, they just wanted to settle the account and leave...
So, the two of them put their heads on a cup of coffee and poured them down their stomachs...
Jiang Feng slapped the 200 yuan on the table and said hurriedly, "I have something to do. I don't have to look for it." Then he wanted to stand up.
But Qi Ling was still standing there and smiling as he looked at him.
Seeing that Qi Ling did not give way, Jiang Feng frowned and said, "What? Not enough?"
Qi Ling didn't say anything, and smiled and raised two fingers at him.
"Two hundred and two? It's so troublesome. You're stingy, you kid." After saying that, Jiang Feng searched in his wallet for a while, he took out another 100-yuan bill and slapped it on the table, "Okay, 300 yuan, don't look for it, get out of here, I have something to do."
Who knew that Qi Ling was standing there without moving, still looking at the two of them with a smile on her face, and raised her two fingers and shook them in front of Jiang Feng.
"What does it mean? Yeah?" As he said that, Jiang Feng followed Qi Ling's appearance, raised his two fingers and compared them forward, and said, "yeah!"
However, Qi Ling kept this posture and did not move. Jiang Feng looked around and suddenly found Mengyao standing there without moving. So he said to Mengyao: "Hurry up and make a yeah gesture, it's really troublesome!"
When Mengyao heard Jiang Feng's words, she glanced at Qi Ling, reluctantly stretched out her two fingers, and said impatiently, "yeah!"
Seeing the two of them, there was a burst of hilariousness in the audience again...
Hearing the sarcastic laughter around him, Jiang Feng gradually turned angry on his face, pointing at Qi Ling and said, "What do you want? I gave the money, and I did it too! Get out of here! Otherwise, I'm not polite!"
Looking at Jiang Feng's appearance, Qi Ling raised two fingers and said quietly: "The minimum consumption for the seat is twenty yuan, but you ordered the most expensive coffee in our store, so it is 2,000 yuan in total, thank you." After that, Qi Ling looked at Jiang Feng with a smile on his face.
Hearing Qi Ling's words, Jiang Feng grabbed Qi Ling's collar with his eyebrows and shouted: "Are you teasing me? Two cups of broken coffee cost two thousand?"
Hearing Jiang Feng's words, a disdainful sneer sounded in the coffee shop, while Qi Ling looked at Jiang Feng's wrist with cold eyes. Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a severe pain coming from his wrist!
He suddenly relaxed his hand holding Qi Ling, and at the same time, Qi Ling also let go of his hand holding Jiang Feng.
Qi Ling's face was covered with a sneer and said, "I think it's expensive? I still learn to show off if I don't have money. Who said I didn't have enough money?"
Hearing Qi Ling's words, a hint of redness flashed across Jiang Feng's face. Then, he was about to grab Qi Ling's collar again, but thinking of the severe pain just now, Jiang Feng reluctantly took back his finger and pointed at Qi Ling and cursed: "You, who has no money? Who has no money? Is I have no money? Is I have no money?!"
As he said that, he patted the lv's wallet on the table. When he saw the wallet, several female customers sneered in disdain again.
This time Jiang Feng heard it, Jiang Feng picked up his wallet and shook it in his hand, pointed at a few female customers and scolded: "A bunch of poor people, why are you laughing at? Have you known each other? Have you ever seen LV? Can you afford it?"
Seeing Jiang Feng's appearance, a well-dressed young man stood beside a female customer. He slowly took out a wallet exactly the same as that in Jiang Feng's hand from his bag, but his wallet was missing the LV logo.
The young man raised his wallet and shook at Jiang Feng: "LV2008 limited edition, bought in France."
"Idiot! Yours must be fake! You don't even have a limited edition logo!" Jiang Feng shouted, waving his wallet.
Ignoring Jiang Feng, the young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Since this style is limited, major counterfeit manufacturers around the world want to follow suit. The most famous one is Guangdong, my country. However, in order to avoid being held accountable by LV, they have made some changes in the style. The most representative one is some counterfeit manufacturers in Guangzhou. They added a huge LV to their bags. Look, just like you have in your hands. I also talked to one of the bosses. He said that this is the easiest way to fool outsiders and will not be held accountable by foreign companies. Market price... I think about it, it seems that you can buy it for two or three hundred yuan." After that, the young man looked at Jiang Feng disdainfully.
Hearing the young man's words, Jiang Feng couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He did buy this bag in Guangzhou, but was introduced by a friend, not in an lv store. He didn't understand it at the time, so he spent a high price to buy this bag.
Looking at Jiang Feng's appearance, there was another burst of laughter around him, and Jiang Feng held back his embarrassment and said, "Fuck! This is all your nonsense! You look like a poor guy! Why are you pretending to be an expert here with me?"
Before Jiang Feng could speak, the young man picked up a car key and pressed the window. The dark black BMW x6 headlights lit up, and another press, and the headlights went out.
After doing all this, the young man shrugged and looked at Jiang Feng.
When Jiang Feng saw the BMW x6, his face instantly looked ugly as if he had eaten shit.
Before they entered the store, Mengyao asked him what car this was. At that time, Jiang Feng said proudly: "You don't know BMW x6! It's more than one million! Only rich people can drive it! But I can buy it in two years! It's a bit expensive to raise it at that time."
At that time, Mengyao was still looking at him with admiration, but now, Jiang Feng wanted to dig a hole and drill in. He just mocked him as a poor man, but this poor man became the "rich man" he had mentioned before.
What is this called? Is this called slapping myself in the face or ruthless?
In order to hide his embarrassment, Jiang Feng did not dare to look at the young man again, but turned his head and looked at Qi Ling viciously, "I have money, but are you a black shop, right? Two cups of coffee cost 2,000 yuan? Do you really think I have never drunk coffee? I drink Nestle for 30 yuan a large bag! Are your coffee made of gold?"
Hearing Jiang Feng's words, there was another burst of laughter around him.
Qi Ling put away his fingers, looked at Jiang Feng with contempt behind his hands and said with contempt: "Thailand imported elephant shit coffee, the international price is 1,100 US dollars per kilogram. We have to pay tax on imports here, so it is 1,400 US dollars per kilogram. In addition, this kind of coffee requires the best coffee machine to grind. Including the labor cost, giving you a thousand dollars a cup is already a discount."
Looking at Jiang Feng's stunned look, Qi Ling said with a slight silence: "Hey, can't you afford to drink? Tell me, the guests at the seat can afford to drink. The guests who called to book this seat before often drink this. I see that you are so arrogant, I think you are the same as him."
Chapter completed!