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Two days ago, I was in Hong Kong. I went to a cafe with Mr. Z and Mr. L. Among the three, Mr. L only drank water, while Mr. Z asked for coffee, but I always suspected that he had secretly brought him milk tea, and he couldn't drink it either. I'm the only one left, drinking a little lonely.

When I drink coffee in Hong Kong, my warmest memory is drinking with Huang Canran. It was many years ago, when I was a schoolgirl, I went to Hong Kong for the first time to meet Huang Canran with my friends. Everyone made an appointment to go hiking in Mui Wo. Huang Canran was the oldest of all, but he had the best foot strength. He often walked far ahead and waved enthusiastically back to everyone. Later, we went to ride a bike, and he rode the fastest.

In the evening, we ate at the Mui Wo Seafood Restaurant. After sitting down, he was not busy ordering food, but first greeted the younger sister: come on, serve coffee. The other two colleagues do not drink, only I also like to drink coffee, he is very happy. The coffee was served in a glass printed with the words "× × beer", but it tasted surprisingly mellow and delicious. I told Huang Canran that it was delicious. He was very happy and said that he specially brought you here to eat because there is not only good seafood, but also good coffee. In my impression, Huang Canran is an easy and happy person, especially when he talks about things he likes, such as writing poems, such as translators, such as coffee.

In fact, I don't see Huang Canran very often. On that day in Mui Wo, my boyfriend courageously climbed the cliff on a whim and picked a small flower for me. When the food was served, I couldn't help taking the flowers out of my handbag and looking at them over and over again, giggling. When Huang Canran saw it, he narrowly smiled. Later, he wrote a small poem about it. This was originally an ordinary little thing, but when Huang Canran wrote a poem, it became a small diamond in my life. Every time I think of it, I am always grateful to him.

A few years later, we met for the second time, and as soon as we met, he shouted, "Ah, you have grown up." But he hasn't changed much, he's still very straightforward, and his eyes just shine when he mentions something he likes. He still loves coffee and drinks several cups a day. Mr. L added that he not only likes coffee, but also eats steak for every meal, and only eats it in a tea restaurant downstairs. Every day, the wind and rain will not change. As long as he sits down in the fixed seat of that tea restaurant, the boss will not even ask. Just serve the steak.

When listening to Mr. L saying this, I suddenly wanted to say to him and Mr. Z, why don't we go and eat Huang Canran's steak? I would also like to try the coffee in that tea restaurant, because I know that the coffee must be delicious if I can keep Huang Canran for such a long time.