Zhuo Yifan blended into the crowd without attracting anyone's attention. He walked about half a kilometer forward, observed the surrounding environment, and after making sure no one was following him, he turned directly into a house.
In the cafe.
This is a street-facing shop. The cafe has an area of about six storefronts and is located on the first floor. From the floor-to-ceiling glass, you can clearly see the customers inside enjoying the fragrant coffee and the warm sunshine.
After Zhuo Yifan entered the coffee shop, he found an inconspicuous seat away from the window and sat down directly. The white waiter quickly came up to him and asked: "Sir, what do you want to drink?
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"Coffee, the best!" Zhuo Yifan said bluntly. He doesn't drink much coffee, and he doesn't pay much attention to the brand.
There was a strange look in the waiter's eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was contempt or ridicule. In short, people who can afford the best coffee should be rich. But rich people can't even tell you a coffee brand.
Most people are just nouveau riche.
"Okay sir!" The waiter agreed and left immediately.
After Zhuo Yifan sat down, he began to look at the environment in the coffee shop and found that the area here was larger than he expected. From the outside, it might only be the size of six facades, but the internal space was
It looks twice as big as what you see from the outside. The main reason is that the depth of this house is long enough.
And the business here is pretty good. Although it can’t be called popular, the occupancy rate is at least 50%. It seems that most of them are wealthy people above the petty bourgeoisie. I casually looked through the orders on the table and found that here
The most ordinary cup of coffee is not something that ordinary working-class people can afford.
Just as Zhuo Yifan was looking around, a young man with an oriental face caught his attention. The young man had a crew cut and looked very thin. His face was clear-cut and he wore a smile.
It gives people a very sunny feeling. The work clothes he wears indicate that he is an employee of this cafe.
At this time, the young man was clearing a table that had left the table of the guests. After putting the coffee cup on the tray, he carried it to the work area on one side. The place he was passing by happened to be where Zhuo Yifan was currently sitting.
"Sir, your coffee!" The white waiter quickly placed a cup of coffee in front of Zhuo Yifan, and then stepped aside.
Zhuo Yifan picked up the coffee and took a sip while continuing to stare at the young man with an oriental face.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face. When the Oriental youth was not paying attention, the white waiter stretched out his hand on the ground where he was about to pass.
One foot. Since the oriental young man's chest was blocked by the tray, he didn't pay much attention to the situation under his feet, so he continued walking towards that foot without knowing it.
Zhuo Yifan was about to open his mouth to remind him, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he suddenly swallowed them down, showing a trace of curiosity, and continued to stare at the show in front of him.
When the Oriental young man passed by the white waiter, he kicked the white young man's foot with one foot. But unlike the white waiter's judgment, the Oriental young man did not fall because of this.