Coffee is the flower on the brocade, you are the charcoal in my snow.

If the flannel filter cloth of the siphon pot is not preserved properly, it will not only produce a bad smell, but also mildew, completely destroying a good cup of coffee. Therefore, we must pay attention to the filter element should be soaked in clean water after each use, and remember to change the water every day. If you don't use it for many days, you can put the soaked container in the freezer and rinse and thaw before use. If the filter cloth already has a bad smell, you can try soaking in hot water with edible-grade baking soda to effectively dissolve the oil.

Whose hand makes a heart so gray

On the morning of January, Su Minglan walked in the first snow in Shanghai, the fine pieces scattered all over the sky and stopped on his eyelashes, like the coldest dream. With a dazed smile, she pushed open waiting bar's turnstile door.

11:00 is not the rush hour, there should be only three or two guests at most. What's a little unusual today is that all the waiters are around the table by the window.

Lisa came and told her that the guest did not know where he came from. The coffee was ordered by Earl, American, Blue Mountain, Ireland and Cappuccino, and he had ordered 30 cups, and now he had drunk the 27th cup. Su Minglan went to stop to observe, is a very young boy, will not be more than 25 years old, wearing an ordinary wide plaid shirt, small eyes, single eyelid, sincere expression. He smiled as he held a cup of mocha and asked, I heard that drinking a hundred cups of coffee would be poisonous. Do you think it's true?

Su Minglan turned back to the counter, called 120 first, and then poured a large glass of lemonade to Lisa to serve to the guest. When the ambulance came, he refused to get in the car and kept saying, "I'm drinking coffee, not wine." Su Minglan patted his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a routine check."

When he arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, he had a good deal of enema and gastric lavage, and was sedated to let him have a good rest. The doctor said it was a sign of heart failure, but it was delivered in time. Unable to help him contact his friends, Su Minglan paid his medical expenses and hospital deposit. Before leaving, he finally took a look at the sleeping boy. His thin face was buried in the snow-white quilt, his chin was light blue, and his eyelashes were particularly long. The next day, when the other waiters in the cafe changed shifts to visit, they found that he had been discharged from the hospital.

Whose end and whose starting point

On a sunny afternoon, Su Minglan likes to sort out the books on the shelves and renumber them. When it was all done, she clapped her hands with satisfaction, and when she looked back, she saw the boy who tried to commit suicide in her shop standing there.

Su Minglan asked him with a smile, would you like to come again? The boy repeatedly waved his hand and said, "No, I'm here to pay back the money." Su Minglan said that the hospitalization fee bill had been thrown away a long time ago and did not remember the amount. The boy said, then, you have to pay for the coffee. Lisa calculated the bill and found that the total was less than 3000 yuan.

The boy wiped his sweat and said that he was still in graduate school and didn't have enough money. Can you just work here and pay it back with your salary?

Su Minglan joked that if you come to make coffee, I'm afraid you'll steal it. The boy said sadly that his feet were weak when he saw coffee, so he dared not drink it secretly. I can't rest assured that you invited me.

Su Minglan laughed and let Lisa find idle overalls and give them to him. Find a sticker to replace the nameplate and ask him what his English name is. He said, "I never use an English name." Su Minglan thought for a moment and wrote him the simple name yang and affixed it to his chest. He laughed and accepted it gladly.

Time has stopped all over the world.

Zhou Yaoyang started with the simplest cleaning and cleaning, and then ordered a meal. In less than a month, the basic storefront business was already familiar. There were fewer guests in the morning shift, so he always sat next to Su Minglan and watched her make coffee. When the sun is right, she will talk in detail about the characteristics of all kinds of coffee with Zhou Yaoyang. The most nostalgic thing about cappuccino is the meticulous and warm milk foam, while the latte is a game of pure milk and coffee.

In fact, there will not be exactly the same two cups of coffee in the world, just as there will not be two identical leaves. It all depends on the mood of the barista. If he wants to be sweet, you will fall into honey; if he wants to be bitter, you will fall into a thick black and bitter, and you can't resist it. However, the vast majority of coffee in the world is bitter before sweet, like the rest of the life, a strong performance of joy.

Zhou Yaoyang listens attentively, takes detailed notes, and practices diligently. Su Minglan likes to see the way he treats coffee carefully, so cherishing it is so sincere and reassuring for no reason.

She also saw that time healed mood, aroma healed heartache, and the handsome boy had less and less time to be silent, and finally he could walk freely, greet him, and laugh loudly. It's just that after a short period of time, the guest will already specify the kind that yang transferred last time. Su Minglan is very happy, now she can relax a lot, read a book at ease, or grind coffee beans.

On many mornings, there are only Zhou Yaoyang and Su Minglan in the store. Zhou Yaoyang is responsible for greeting guests and collecting money. Su Minglan hides in the sunlit corner, carefully grinds coffee beans and presents half-room fragrance to the guests. In those moments, it seems that the time of the whole world has stopped, the pendulum no longer shakes, and the air becomes jelly, but soft is sweet.

The fresh coffee powder made by her hand was transferred to the guests by Zhou Yaoyang. The two work together and get good results. Every cup of coffee, from the beginning of her hand to the end of his hand, between pulling and pulling, although it is not a porridge and a meal, it also has the taste of Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling).

Forget him in place and the time can blossom

On a summer day, people tend to be sleepy and tired. One day, near the end of the month, she was counting the accounts for that month and was drowsy. Zhou Yaoyang brought a cappuccino and said, come on, cheer me up. Everyone in Waiting Bar knows that the landlady is only responsible for making coffee, but she doesn't touch a drop of it. Su Minglan smiled and said, "I'm afraid of bitterness. I don't drink." Zhou Yaoyang pushed the plate again and said persistently, "try it." Originally, he put a super dose of milk and milk, sugar is also double, sweet escape from those bit by bit of bitterness, like a rebirth, suffering all retreat and then retreat, leaving only a trace of trance shadow.

She smiled, drank half the cup in one breath, knocked on the cup and said to him, "good boy, here we go." Zhou Yaoyang touched his head and smiled and went on to work.

Every afternoon after that, she could drink the coffee he had made by hand. Sometimes it is Campbell blue, and the snow-white cream floats gently on the deep coffee, like the snow lotus on the top of Tianshan Mountain; sometimes it is caramel macchiato, and under the light foam is espresso, which smells like singing and dancing. Gradually, she seemed to be addicted, and when Zhou Yaoyang was off duty, she felt a sense of loss. At that time, she decided to learn to make coffee because Gu Zhifei liked coffee. With 365 kinds of martial arts, he still chose another embrace. She opened the shop with a cold blood, and the warmth of the boiling drinks melted the ice in the blood.

These days, she gradually has the feeling of relying on someone to make coffee for her, like acting in a play that only shows her, while she hides behind a fan and doesn't have to do anything but smile. In life, I gradually got used to the proper care of such a pair of hands. On the way to buy books, he helped to hold the heaviest tome. Occasionally, the two happily went to the Confucian Temple to look for some second-hand books and discs, and Zhou Yaoyang did all of them.

The left and right sides are only some warm small details, but it is like a drop of ink stained with a snow-white tablecloth, and the circle of imprints seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Su Ming blue heart was frightened, and when he washed his face in the morning, he patted his cheek hard and said, how can an old woman covet these little warmth and wake up quickly is true.

There is no way to fulfill one's wishes, always struggle and retreat at the same time, and always sink while waking up.

Young people always have so many opportunities.

One day when Zhou Yaoyang came to work, he was obviously absent-minded. the foam was in a mess, and the weight of fresh milk was not right. The guests called him yang one after another. What was the matter? he blushed hastily to make amends.

Su Minglan took advantage of the lunch break, called Zhou Yaoyang to the corner and asked him softly why. The rims of his eyes quickly turned red. She choked up and said, "she obviously doesn't want me, but now she comes back to me." Su Ming Lan slightly Rin, patted him on the head and said, follow your heart to make a decision, want to think clearly. Then I saw the silly boy sit around all afternoon, giving the wrong change several times. Su Ming Lan sighed and went to tell him that he would give you the day off and go back to school early. It is better to solve the problem as soon as possible, instead of focusing on face or dignity, those that are worthless. Zhou Yaoyang was stupefied for a moment, quickly changed his uniform and went back.

When I come to work after a few days, I feel refreshed, whistling when making coffee, either loving you or kiss me, and see a new life.

Su Ming Lan asked him to come over and say, school has begun, isn't the homework tight? Zhou Yaoyang replied that he was able to cope with some hard work. Su Minglan said, the money you owe me has long been paid off in your salary. If you can't take care of this side, you can talk to me now. I'll get someone to replace you.

Zhou Yaoyang, the sensitive child with small eyes, blinked, but I was reluctant to give up. Su Minglan told him with a straight face and an elder face that he had to give up even if he was reluctant to give up, and that his homework was more important in the end.

Just let me grow old in the foam of coffee.

After eating his LAST DAY meal, Su Minglan felt a little empty. Zhou Yaoyang took a cup of ice cream coffee and said, Master, this is the last cup of coffee I made for you. I will often come back to see you in the future.

Su Minglan smiled and watched the ice cream melt into the coffee, like an iceberg collapsing. She knew that he would not come back, how good the outside world was, how fast, powerful, passionate, who would come back to this place where time went so slowly as to commit suicide. Coffee for life, after all, is only the flower on the brocade, not the charcoal in the snow; or is extremely tired when the rescue ladder, in exchange for the joy of a short flight. After that, dust to dust, dust to dust, and everything went back to the right way. Waiting Bar has always been her own paradise lost, Zhou Yaoyang is just an occasional intruder lost, rest his feet and then get back on the road, it's so simple.

She put away the nameplate he left behind, the four letters yang, square. The doctor over there is almost furious. Su Minglan, don't you want to die? If you drink coffee again, you won't have to come and see me again.

She knew her heart problem and knew it couldn't handle such a neurotic drink, but she allowed herself to indulge again and again this summer. Each cup of coffee, for a little short sweet, and a slightly long palpitations. 140 heart rate, hot flashes, sweating, shortness of breath, but it's like a cold summer typhoid fever. It doesn't matter whether she is brave or self-abusive, anyway, everything is over.

Autumn has come, and winter is coming, which is suitable for resting. For a 28-year-old woman, she knows that everything will pass, everything will pass. Just like after drinking a cup of coffee, those dark marks left at the bottom of the cup will be washed away by clear water; those eyes crisscross, those hearts and gods will, those warm smiles, will be sealed into time, leaving only some slight traces. Leave it for him, an older self, to examine it carefully.