Just look at the excitement and that's it.

You're just a loser, it's better not to get close to dangerous people.

...

"The coffee tastes really good."

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Ayara took a bite and couldn't help but sigh.

When a newcomer competes with a veteran coffee maker who has been making coffee for decades, even if they use the same materials and machines, the taste will be on two levels.

"As long as the guest likes it."

The white-haired old man is always smiling.

Kind and kind.

Probably everyone's first impression is these two words.

His last name is...Fangcun.

Fangcun’s meritorious deeds.

"There are very few guests here."

Aya Luo looked out the window and sighed.

In fact, there is nothing we can do about it.

The antique cafe setting is the gathering point for ghouls in District 20. Many ghouls rest and chat here, or exchange information.

There are relatively few human guests.

"Store manager,"

"Do you have any experience making coffee? I'm willing to listen to your advice."

Aya Luo asked casually.

"Experience..."

"For beginners, remember not to rush. The aroma of coffee needs to be brewed and needs time to prepare,"

“Patience makes good coffee.”

The old man spoke eloquently.

"The days in the coffee shop must be very pleasant,"

"When I get old, I also want to live such a leisurely retirement life."

The young man seemed to have no intention of mentioning it.

"hehe."

The old man just smiled and shook his head.

...

All destiny has a reason.

Underneath the tranquility there are often turbulent undercurrents, and there is always the danger of subversion on the throne.

"youth,"

"I don't think I allowed you to go to that place."

In a certain apartment, Miss Aite groaned unhappily.

District 20 is too quiet, as quiet as a cemetery, where many unknown pasts are buried.

She hates having her secrets discovered.

"Isn't it my freedom to go wherever I go?"

"District 20 is very quiet. It feels like going home when you enter there. Everyone there is talented and they talk nicely. I really like it there."

Ayano chuckled.

"speak English."

Aite made a gesture of wiping his neck and threatened in a cold voice.

"The manager of the antique cafe is good at making coffee, but he seems to be a bit senile,"

"All in all, I don't like that place very much."

Lingluo spread her hands.

"Why?"

"It's hard for me to like things that Miss Att doesn't like."

"Hmph, I won't do it next time! Don't go there again."
Chapter completed!