Everyone has coffee time.

Every morning in my office starts with a cup of coffee. I can't remember when I formed the habit. No matter how busy you are, it is only after drinking this cup of coffee that you can naturally switch to work. To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like the boot that must fall to the ground, otherwise the day seems like you can't really start.

With this habit, I have become the most industrious person in the office. The first thing to do at work is to rush out to boil water, and when the water boils, you can easily clean up the mess of the desktop that has not been cleaned up the day before, so that your mood will gradually be included in the normal channel.

Of course, the office is only convenient to make that kind of instant, which is about the lowest level of coffee. Coffee powder, plant fat powder and sugar are all matched in proportion. Gradually unable to be satisfied with the instant sweetness and milky taste, and said to be unhealthy, he began to buy a kind of hanging-ear coffee on Taobao. This kind of cup size, water temperature and flushing steps all have new requirements, almost the slightest taste will go out of shape. With this technical addition, drinking hand-made coffee suddenly has a sense of sacred ritual, as preached in some kind of philosophy: everything needs to be treated with caution.

I follow a lot of official accounts on Wechat. I always quickly follow one topic of interest and cancel it after the next topic of less interest. But there is a public platform called "eating for one person", which promotes a kind of "food aesthetics that is not alone", specially filming how people seriously buy food and cook for themselves, make all kinds of dishes, and eat them seriously. Although the update is slow, I catch up with it in one issue.

One day I saw a special topic on hand-made coffee, and before that, I also drank it in a cafe, but I didn't feel how unique it was. But in the video, for the first time, I watched coffee brewers patiently grind beans, spread filter paper, boil water, patiently wash filter paper, and how to pour water into coffee powder step by step, slowly and evenly.

To tell you the truth, I was fascinated by the attitude of taking things seriously in the short film, and it seemed like an epiphany that when you take every little thing in your life seriously, even if it's just making a small cup of coffee, it can become the most fascinating time!

After buying a bunch of books online two days ago, I found that more than half of them belonged to Haruki Murakami. Murakami and coffee are now suddenly standard for urban petty bourgeoisie. I never thought I could be counted as a petty bourgeoisie, but I happened to catch up with both, as if I didn't admit it. Sending children to extracurricular classes on weekends, waiting for time is very boring, so I took a book to a nearby cafe, not to pretend to be a petty bourgeoisie, but compared with the noisy extracurricular class waiting area, holding a book in the cafe is less conspicuous and the environment is much happier. Boyou Maru said on Wechat that she went to the market to buy food and would stop by a nearby bakery for a cup of coffee before going home and diving into the kitchen to cook.

Like Maru, most of the time I am just an ordinary housewife. Occasionally work overtime, stumble home, the rest of the time is also reluctant to soak up American TV series and South Korean films, but quickly pick up a mop and rush into battle. Now the older I get, the more I like to mix in the kitchen, steaming a pot of white steamed bread. When I start the pot, the hot air boils with the unique flavor of pasta, and the mood becomes warm and bright. But there are also moments of boredom when you don't want to do anything. On Sunday afternoon, all the housework was over, leaving half a day of gold, extravagantly not knowing what to do with it. Hold a book, slowly make yourself a cup of coffee, a dishevelled housewife, can finally spend half a day's leisure time in the coffee.