Xiangyi looked towards the door, eyes widening in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe she would appear here, lips parted and speechless.
"Ah An Ran, what a coincidence?" Xiangyi hesitated.
Surprised to meet Xiangyi here, Jian Anran poked her head into the store.
The coffee shop is in the industrial style that is popular nowadays. The narrow bay is only big enough for a row of bar counters. Apart from the bar chairs, the aisle can barely accommodate one person.
There was only one customer in the store, Xiangyi, and no one else was seen except the store manager who was busy at the bar.
When she saw Xiangyi here, Jian Anran thought she was skipping school and going on a date with Gao Feng.
"Senior, do you like the coffee here too?"
Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Jian Anran broke the silence.
Seeing Xiangyi's lost look, the store manager tapped the table twice with his fingers, brought a cup of beautiful latte art coffee, and pushed it in front of Xiangyi.
The way the two get along is very natural, not like ordinary customers, but like good friends who have known each other for many years.
"Buzz--" The store manager turned his head and continued to operate the coffee machine skillfully. The machine next to him kept issuing orders. It was obvious that the volume of take-out orders was huge.
"So the senior sister and the store manager know each other?" Jian Anran couldn't help but be curious.
"This is..." Xiangyi hesitated for a long time, "a coffee shop owned by my relatives."
The noisy buzzing of the coffee machine suddenly stopped. Jian Anran watched the store manager's hand stop for a moment, and then continued to operate the coffee machine as if nothing happened.
She said "Oh" and sat down on a chair across from Xiangyi.
"Sorry." The store manager turned to Jian Anran and smiled apologetically.
"I'm the only one in the store and it's a bit busy. Please take a look at the menu first."
The store manager looks to be less than 30 years old, very handsome, very tall, and too thin to hold up his pants. His shirt is tucked into his pants, and you can see the belt buckle on his waist to the last click.
"Hello, I'm here for an interview." Jian Anran stood up and put her hands respectfully in front of her.
"It's Jian Anran who just communicated with you on WeChat."
"Oh——" the other party suddenly realized.
"You are classmate Jian, wait a moment, I will close the takeout platform after completing these orders."
"No hurry, no rush." She waved her hand and sat down again.
The cup of coffee on the bar was almost untouched, and she frequently hooked the handle of the cup with her fingers.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the store manager washed his hands, wiped it on his apron, turned off the machine and turned around.
His eyes almost glanced at the untouched coffee in Xiangyi's hand, and then he turned his head and nodded to Jian Anran.
"Classmate Jian, I've been waiting for a long time. My name is Su Yiqi, and I am the manager of this coffee shop." The other party introduced himself.
"Have you ever made coffee before?" Su Yiqi asked.
"No," Jian Anran smiled sheepishly, "I don't have any equipment at home, so I just make instant coffee."
On the way to the coffee shop, she quickly browsed several posts about coffee online.
It turns out that there is a chain of contempt in the coffee world, and the last one is instant coffee.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just want to understand." Su Yiqi said, opening the small door of the bar on the side and motioning for her to go in.
"You try it first. If you still like it, we can learn from the beginning."
"Why does Classmate Jian suddenly want to work part-time in a coffee shop?"
After getting up and walking towards the bar, Jian Anran reached out and touched the back of her head awkwardly.
"Actually, I've been short of money recently, so I thought of doing some part-time work."
Not expecting such a frank answer from her, Xiangyi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pretended to use his cell phone.
"Actually, the difference in how different coffees are made is the ratio of concentrate, milk, and milk foam." The store manager introduced the machines in front of Jian Anran one by one.
"Once you are familiar with the operation, it will be no problem to remember various recipes."
"Our store has a lot of takeout orders, but occasionally there are customers who come to the store. Let's start learning latte art after you get familiar with it."
After Su Yiqi took her through the process, Jian Anran was very knowledgeable and quickly made a latte.
"How is it?" Jian Anran looked at Su Yiqi expectantly, "Is it okay?"
He lowered his head and smelled it first, then took a shallow sip.
"If there's nothing wrong with Mr. Jane, let's practice tonight and then we can start working tomorrow."
Fortunately, she found a part-time job so quickly. Jian Anran suddenly thought of the most important question -
salary.
The store manager closed the shop and patiently taught her how to operate it, and even printed out a copy of the coffee ratio for her. If the salary was particularly low, Jian Anran knew that she would not be embarrassed to just turn around and leave.
But what is the point of working as a worker if you don’t want money?
If he bites the bullet and stays, the financial crisis he is currently facing will still not be solved.
She tried to speak several times, but she was so nervous that her palms became a little sweaty.
"Does Ms. Jane have an ideal salary range?"
Fortunately, Su Yiqi took the initiative to raise this issue, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"How about 2,000 a month?" Su Yiqi suggested.
"As long as you have four hours from 6pm to 9pm, you can have a day off on Monday."
"But I must be there on weekends." He specifically added.
After she was roughly familiar with the operation, she turned around and found that Xiangyi had left, leaving a half-drunk cup of coffee on the bar.
After catching the last subway train, Jian Anran finally got home before twelve o'clock.
Open the dark door, the ceiling light in the entrance is on, the dining room on the left is dark, and a warm floor lamp is on in the living room.
On the Barcelona chair that she loved so much, Wen Siheng was holding a laptop and reading a paper.
The floor lamp was very close to him, and the line between light and dark fell on his angular face. The side close to Jian Anran fell into darkness, and she could not distinguish Wen Siheng's expression.
The only thing that could be noticed was that the atmosphere in the room almost dropped to zero, and the other party never raised his head to give her a look.
"Still not asleep?" she asked cautiously.
Wen Siheng held up his glasses, which glowed with blue light. He was not nearsighted, but he only wore them when using the computer.
"Why don't you answer the phone?" His voice was deep.
"Ah? I didn't hear you?" Jian Anran took out her mobile phone from her pocket, "Oh, I accidentally turned off the mute, I didn't pay attention."
"Where are you going? So late?"
"I" Jian Anran once again felt the pressure of not being able to lie.
"Ning Beibei is taking the teaching qualification exam recently. I accompanied her to the library to review until the library closed."
After being pulled out to block the gun again, Jian Anran silently thanked Ning Beibei three times in her heart.
Reaching out to cover the computer, the blue light on Wen Siheng's glasses disappeared instantly. He pulled off the glasses with one hand and walked over with one leg holding the glasses.
The light of the floor lamp was completely obscured by the tall figure. Wen Siheng walked up to her and felt the heat of the other person's breath above his head.
"I just met Ning Beibei in the department building."
