"What else are you going to do!" Du Jiawen said angrily, and tied a bow on her wrist. The rare red color on her face flashed past.
Xiang Xiaochuang looked at his hand and couldn't laugh or cry. It was obviously just a string of thin blisters on the back of his hand, but because he took it so seriously, probably no other person's broken hand was as spectacular as hers.
"I made coffee for you..." Xiang Xiaochuang pointed to the coffee cup sheepishly, looking at the dark color and feeling guilty. Although it had a fragrance, it didn't look like authentic coffee.
Sure enough, Du Jiawen immediately frowned: "Is this coffee?"
Xiang Xiaochuang was outspoken and muttered softly: "It's cooked with coffee beans, so it should be considered coffee, right?"
Du Jiawen opened the coffee pot and immediately changed his mind. Xiang Xiaochuang quickly and quietly took a step back. His skills seemed to be far from satisfactory.
"Aren't the coffee beans ground?"
Xiang Xiaochuang asked blankly: "Do you still need to grind the beans?"
Du Jiawen stared at Xiang Xiaochuang as if he were looking at a monster: "Have you ever made coffee?"
"No." Xiang Xiaochuang retreated to a safe distance before answering honestly, "I have only drunk instant coffee. I don't know what the difference is with freshly brewed coffee. If the coffee in a Western restaurant is freshly brewed...
I didn’t notice any difference when I drank it.”
Du Jiawen glanced at the coffee cup with disgust and threw the coffee pot into the sink.
"This...can't you drink it?" Xiang Xiaochuang watched helplessly as the black color of the coffee flowed into the sink. The wrapping paper of the coffee beans was full of English words, so it must be quite expensive.
"The coffee beans must be freshly ground, and the particles should not be too large, otherwise the brewed coffee will have no aroma. Of course, they must not be too small, as the taste will be bitter. Moreover, you cannot boil the water like this, and the water temperature should be controlled below 96 degrees."
"It's so troublesome to make coffee, why not drink instant coffee...it's convenient!" Xiang Xiaochuang felt her stomach began to throb again. Du Jiawen seemed to want to teach her how to make coffee quickly, so he couldn't help but interrupt him.
"Instant? You can't say such a thing! If it's instant, can it be called coffee?"
"What do you call coffee if it's not coffee?" Xiang Xiaochuang said angrily. Seeing Du Jiawen's expression change again, he quickly changed his words, "Can I learn from it next time?"
"You watch me cook it once!" Du Jiawen didn't notice the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. "You clean the coffee pot, and I will demonstrate it to you. From now on, I will drink it every day after dinner.
Freshly brewed coffee.”
Xiang Xiaochuang sighed and reached for the coffee pot resignedly, but Du Jiawen stopped her again: "Forget it, your hand was injured today, let me wash it."
For a moment, Xiang Xiaochuang was a little flattered and still stood at the edge of the pool in a daze.
Perhaps aware of his tone, Du Jiawen's face darkened: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Stand aside and watch carefully! Starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for making coffee every day."
Does she have the right to say no?
Bearing the waves of pain, Xiang Xiaochuang did not dare to make a sound. He could only look at him helplessly, grinding the beans slowly, and then took the filter paper...
His movements were naturally extremely elegant, like a pleasing painting. However, Xiang Xiaochuang had no intention of observing. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed it tightly against his stomach.