After asking for a seat by the window, Wan Qing began to feast. Ning Junyu ordered two cups of Kopi Luwak coffee.
Ning Junyu sat across from him, sipping the coffee elegantly with a look of enjoyment on his face, and exclaimed: "It is indeed the rarest and most fragrant coffee in the world, many times better than the likes of Blue Mountain."
After hearing this, Wan Qing immediately raised her head curiously, picked up the cup, and took a small sip. Suddenly, she felt that her tongue was about to faint from happiness.
"It tastes good, Brother Junyu." Wan Qing also showed a happy look on his face.
"In the tropical jungles of Indonesia, when the coffee berries mature, farmers put palm cats into coffee plantations." Ning Junyu carefully tasted the mellow coffee while explaining to Su Wanqing the secrets of this top-quality coffee.
Origin, "After the palm cats have eaten their fill, farmers will start looking for cat excrement. If they are lucky, they can pick out the coffee beans that have not been laughed at from the palm cat excrement, then collect them and grind them into coffee, which is what we call coffee.
Drinking Kopi Luwak.”
"Pfft--" Su Wanqing couldn't control it, and without swallowing, a mouthful of coffee spurted onto the table.
"You mean the coffee we drink is made from cat poop?!" Wan Qing's disbelieving voice was even sharp.
Ning Junyu nodded seriously and said, "Yes, it is this unsightly and unbelievable process that makes the most expensive coffee in the world."
Wan Qing's head drooped, and he couldn't feel the aroma of the coffee. He only felt nauseated. Even his favorite spicy wing tip had lost its appeal.
She put down her chopsticks, and her dreamlike black glass eyes glanced over the cup of Kopi Luwak with some difficulty. The corners of her eyes twitched, and her soft voice contained a bit of grievance: "I won't eat it."
"Brother Junyu's taste is as strange as ever." Wan Qing struggled for a long time and finally came up with a more harmonious word.
"Hahaha." Instead of feeling embarrassed, Ning Junyu laughed happily. His single eyelids and small eyes were squeezed together, forming a warm seam.
Su Wanqing felt quite helpless about this and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Junyu still likes to tease others."
Ning Junyu explained in a good mood: "Wan Qing, don't you understand this? This is life. Sometimes, no matter how incredible the process is, no matter how unsightly it is, the result can be unexpectedly beautiful."
At that time, Su Wanqing was young and did not understand the meaning. Until many years later, she was still in this cafe and still had a cup of Kopi Luwak, and she could already taste it with a different mood.
Wan Qing picked up a tissue, wiped the chili pepper from the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath.
She didn't know whether it was because the atmosphere in the cafe was too comfortable or the exquisiteness outside was too beautiful, but she suddenly had a desire to talk.
"Brother Junyu, do you know what kind of person Luo Mingxuan is?"
Ning Junyu put down the exquisite French white porcelain cup, with a hint of solemnity in his warm eyes, and said: "The Luo Mingxuan I know is a successful businessman, entertainment tycoon, and casino overlord. He is a person who does not work for success.
A person who uses subterfuge to deal with black and white, no matter it is in the business world, the military world, or the political world, there is nothing he cannot tolerate."