“Papapapapapapapapapapapapa”
Feng Yin applauded, nervous, and felt like he smelled the same kind of thing.
The old lady gently tapped her chin, sat gracefully on the red plastic stool again, and took back the box of baked cold noodles.
The wooden stick that costs less than one cent is shining brightly in her hands, making people feel that it must be the feeling of peeling pineapples for a century.
“The taste is really good, your taste is good.”
“You are kind, your eloquence is also good.”
The old lady accepted Feng Yin’s praise with relief and said, “Perform normally.”
A normal expression made Feng Yin happier.
“I just like you.”
The two of them were on the side of the road, red plastic but on the stool, and finished a baked cold noodles.
Feng Yin followed the old lady to a nearby coffee shop, and the trio behind was off work early by Feng Yin.
Everyone passing by looked around curiously and looked for camera equipment.
Feng Yin didn’t guess this result.
“So you are not Ms. Yunfeng.”
“Okay, place an order here.”
Feng Yin took a step back and said, “What are you drinking?”
Feng Yin, wearing the errand running guy’s vest, walked into the coffee shop and received a warm welcome from the waiter.
Turned over.
The old lady asked with a giggle by Feng Yin: “Are you really going to let me, an old lady, invite you to coffee?”
“Relax, I want a cup of vanilla latte without ice, normal, warm.”
I didn’t understand, read it again.
The old lady shook her head, picked up the coffee she brought over and said, “Ms. Yunfeng is your grandmother, which is what she calls her grandma.”
Next, the two of them found a position to lean on the side and sat down.
Feng Yin picked up the card, and his brain was almost beyond his eyes and read the words on it.