Ten minutes later, in the Baidao Cafe on the second floor of Ningxian Pedestrian Street.
A piece of elegant light music surrounds the ears, and Harman Kardon's speakers allow customers who are drinking coffee and reading books to enjoy the summer coolness brought by the cold air conditioning in the cafe.
"Bring it to me?"
At a booth near the floor-to-ceiling window, Sun Yahan looked at the cloth bag on the table and asked in surprise.
"My mother-in-law insisted on bringing them to you. She said they are all local eggs from the countryside and are good for your health. Let me bring you some. I hope Boss Sun can help me and take care of me."
"I was in a hurry just now and forgot to leave it in the store."
"But it seems that the waiter's eyes just now were not very friendly. He must have noticed that I am a country bumpkin from the village. If it weren't for my professionalism, he would have laughed."
Yang Chen took a sip of latte coffee and frowned bitterly: "I'll go, this stuff tastes really bad. I might as well have a bottle of iced Arctic soda."
"puff……"
Sun Yahan was amused by Yang Chen. This was one of the few times that she, as a cold goddess, could laugh out loud because of a man: "You didn't bring a chicken in. Eggs are fine. The waiter may think you are a bit unique.
Temperament. But I have to thank auntie for bringing me a gift. This is something you can’t get in the city. Grandpa will definitely like it."
"Just like it, otherwise my mother-in-law will definitely insist on letting me bring you the few old hens in the house and kill them next time."
Yang Chen nodded, put two packets of sugar in the coffee, and then felt a lot more comfortable.
"Bring a chicken?"
Sun Yahan rarely went to the countryside and didn't know much about the enthusiasm and habits of the villagers. Her eyes flickered slightly and she opened her mouth in slight surprise.
"I stopped you, otherwise I would be in a hurry now. I'm afraid I might be kicked out by the owner of the cafe."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and shrugged his shoulders.
"Auntie is so enthusiastic. You don't have to go to such trouble next time. If we really want to take care of you, it's Dr. Yang who will take care of our Jishengtang."
Sun Yahan pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hand and looked at the time: "It's almost time. I'm going to touch up my makeup. You sit down for a while."
"OK."
Yang Chen looked at Sun Yahan, who had a good face and was wearing a pair of tight butt-lifting jeans, and was stunned for a moment before saying.
Sun Yahan's cheeks turned red, she left her seat with her bag, and entered the box under Yang Chen's attention.
"Don't mention it, Sun Yahan is pretty good-looking, typically white and rich. If my master were a few decades younger, he would probably be a fan of Sun Yahan."
"No...it seems that I like this too, why should I make the old man ten years younger!"
Yang Chen muttered and looked at the coffee in front of him in a panic.
"Crack!"
At this moment, the curtain outside the box was suddenly opened, a tall and thick figure swayed, and a strong smell of smoke hit his face.
Holy shit!
When smokers meet, they just give out a cigarette, but Yang Chen, a ten-year-old smoker, almost choked to death.
"Yahan, you finally thought of asking me for coffee and dinner. I just booked a KTV on the way here. We will go to the KTV to sing after dinner. I am famous as a golden voice in Chengxian County."
The next second, a rough voice with a hint of fanaticism came.
Yang Chen had goosebumps all over his body. He didn't even need to look at his face, just by listening to his breath, he could tell that he must be a fat loser with no eyesight.
When he raised his head, he met Zhao An'an's eyes.
Zhao Ping'an was caressing the side of his head that he had sprayed a pound of hairspray on, preparing to give Sun Yahan a handsome and elegant side look, with a pretentious and coquettish posture.
"Let me go, brother, who are you? Are you sitting in the wrong seat?"
When Zhao An'an saw Yang Chen, his eyes straightened. He quickly took a step back and looked at the seat number of the coffee shop. When he was sure that the information he got was correct, he looked at Yang Chen and said.
Yang Chen suppressed his laughter and looked Zhao An'an up and down.
Judging from his face, he is about 1.68 meters tall and has a lean body of 180 pounds. He is wrapped in black short sleeves like a rice dumpling, plus the men's tight cropped pants that women hate most.
And Doudou shoes, which are trendy and trendy.
Except for the big gold chain around his neck and the brand-name leather wallet under his arm, which can show the temperament of the nouveau riche, there is nothing else.
"Boy, I bought you this cup of coffee. Please change seats."
Before Yang Chen could say anything, Zhao Anping opened his wallet in a dashing and elegant manner, took out a hundred-dollar bill and slapped it on the table, then pointed to the large room opposite: "Take the money, change places, you
You can still make fifty."
"one hundred?"
Yang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't expect that there would be someone rushing to give money in his scarf.
"That's too little? You guys from the countryside are really unruly people, you're just trying to raise your prices! If I hadn't had something to do today, why would I be here talking to you?"
"Five hundred, get out!"
Zhao Ping'an's nouveau riche temperament was instantly released, and with all his firepower, he took out another four hundred dollars and slapped it on the table. He glared at Yang Chen and said, "I only have five hundred. I'll give you three seconds to get out! Today you
If you interfere with my good deeds, I will destroy you!"
"Okay, I'll go."
Yang Chen wasn't angry either, he stood up and left his seat with five hundred dollars and coffee in his pocket.
"You're a country bumpkin, fight me, Zhao An!"
Zhao An'an looked at Yang Chen who was leaving, with a proud smile on his lips. He quickly adjusted his hair style, took out a bottle of breath-clearing agent from his bag and sprayed it in his mouth, as if he were on a blind date.
Yang Chen casually placed the coffee on the bar counter, clasped his hands on his chest and looked at Zhao An'an who was not far away showing off his coquettish appearance. The corner of his mouth slightly raised: "As expected, he is a nouveau riche. It is generous to give him money. Five hundred yuan can buy a seat.
Fei. But Sun Yahan is not solving my problem, why is it that she is looking for trouble for me?"
"Bang!"
Just when Yang Chen was sizing up Zhao An'an from a distance, the bathroom door behind him rang. Sun Yahan wiped her hands with a tissue and walked out: "Why are you standing here?"
"Waiting for you, I made some money by the way."
Yang Chen turned his head and showed off the five hundred yuan in his hand: "It's better to be in the city. Not only can you earn a basic salary of five thousand a month, but you can also get some extra money occasionally."
"Extra money?"
Sun Yahan followed Yang Chen's eyes, and when she saw Zhao An'an, her expression condensed slightly, and she was a little unhappy: "It's too much. I even kicked you out. I'll go over and tell him."
"For the sake of Lao Zhao giving me five hundred yuan, don't get angry. After all, the village's food depends on him."
After confirming from Sun Yahan that this fat man with a nouveau riche temperament was Zhao Ping An, Yang Chen blinked and joked.
"you……"
Sun Yahan felt a little speechless and walked quickly to the cafe with her long legs.
"Mr. Zhao, long time no see. How has your insomnia improved recently?"
After opening the curtain, Sun Yahan showed a smile on her face and smiled politely.
"Good! It's much better. Since I came to your Jishengtang last time, I don't know whether it's because of the effect of the medicine or Miss Sun's concern. I feel much better all of a sudden."
Hearing this, Zhao An'an suddenly raised his head. When he looked at Sun Yahan, who was wearing a white short-sleeved long skirt, revealing her long and fair legs, a hot look bloomed in his eyes. He quickly stood up and nodded, his eyes almost squeezed with laughter.
Got into the flesh.
Sun Yahan has always been aloof and unsmiling, and she doesn't want to talk to him for more than a minute except for seeing a doctor.
I am a big boss with an annual income of millions, but I am rejected by a doctor from Jishengtang.
After a few times, Zhao Anping felt a little bored and wanted to give up.
But who would have known that just yesterday, Zhao An'an, who was playing poker with a woman in a nightclub, received a message from Sun Yahan and made an appointment to meet at Baidao Cafe today.
Zhao An'an was so excited that his dick went soft immediately after taking the medicine. He was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep all night. Today he even got a haircut early in anger and booked a hotel in advance, preparing to give Sun Yahan to her tonight.
Take it.
"Mr. Zhao, take your medicine on time."
How could Sun Yahan not hear the meaning behind Zhao An'an's words? She just politely forced out a smile and said in an eggless manner.
The last few times Zhao An'an came to Jishengtang, they were all in the name of seeing a doctor, but the target was actually her. If Yang Chen hadn't agreed to sell the vegetables in Qingshan Village this time, Sun Yahan wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask him out.
.
"How about Miss Sun taking my pulse again? I feel a little uncomfortable lately."
With that said, Zhao Anping reached out and touched Sun Yahan's hand.
"Crack!"
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the outside and grabbed Zhao An'an's arm forcefully: "Boss Zhao, why are you so weak? You don't take less Viagra, right?"