Small cafe to talk about boutique coffee life

The best love is when two people are together.

Editor: Li Juan

Every time I see a bottle of Afternoon Tea on the shelf, I have the urge to buy it. To be honest, it doesn't taste very good, but I still buy it because it depicts the scene in my mind.

In the afternoon, in the yard, a few friends, tea or coffee, one or two handmade cookies, a private chat, even if it is to say bad things about others, also make this afternoon unusually full. I have a friend who has lived in Japan for more than 20 years. His villa in the city has just been renovated. He asked me for afternoon tea. I was surprised that he could grind such fragrant coffee at home. The vine under the courtyard, purple grapes in my memory for a lifetime.

For a while, crazy like WEDGWOOD porcelain, coffee pot and coffee cup, teapot teacup I have bought, but also really in the afternoon of the weekend tea, drink coffee, hypocritical to make myself some intoxicated. Then I slowly forgot, and the pace of work became faster and faster. Every afternoon about customers in the company opposite the small Korean cafe to talk about things, hurry to, after finishing the hurry to go, a cup of fresh juice, cold and fast. That day I remembered the wrong time, I arrived early, inertia is a cup of strawberry juice, sitting opposite a table of Korean aunt, each is forty or fifty years old, babbling do not know what to say, the side of the basket revealed their identity, but the fingers holding the coffee cup, obviously weekly repair. Just a cup of coffee and they talked and drank until 5:00, and then they went home to cook. I looked at the strawberry juice in my hand and saw the gap between me and them. My life is busy but not exquisite, in fact, no matter how busy, we can also move out one or two hours, do not talk about work, do not talk about achievements, do not talk about personnel, just talk nonsense, just talk about rambling, also calculate decompression, also calculate that you know a brand-new me, the real me.

Speaking of which, I have to admire Koreans, whether they are fake or real, even 80-year-old grandmother wants a cup of black coffee in the morning, which is very pure westernized. Last week's episode of "Unreal", I don't know if you saw it yet. A Korean boy's true confession, just like a TV series. What day of the month, you wear a gold dress and a black top. What day of the month, you wear a cream jacket. On what date, you wear a blue dress. A few months ago, you said your father had a bad heart. To tell the truth, I was moved at that time, that is, so immature Chinese expression of Anne baby like three words a full stop sentence, but to bring you endless romance and moved. Smecta has a way of stirring things up.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to gossip at teatime like Jane in Pride and Prejudice. For people like me who don't have heart and lungs and are not tired of living, choosing to go to a quiet place to be in a daze is indeed a wise choice.