You can tell at a glance that the painting is of the building on the water where the cafe is located.

"Xiao~Shi~zi, let me come over quickly to see if any fish have hanged themselves?"

Nie Guangyi deliberately used hanging and also used a long name.

Only then did Xuan Shi's attention finally come to himself.

Xuan Shi turned his head and glanced.

Just take a look.

He had no intention of going over to help.

Brothers are like brothers and sisters, women are like clothes.

Xuan Shi didn't know which was more important, hands, feet or clothes.

All we know is that it is a crime for modern people to go out without clothes.

Xiao Shizi told Nie Guangyi with unwavering practical actions that he was a good, civilized and law-abiding citizen.

On the contrary, it was Cheng Nuo who finished making latte art, announced his intention first, and came to Nie Guangyi's table with coffee.

Xuan Shi held up the device and followed Cheng Nuo to take pictures.

Suddenly, brother Xuan Shi was no longer such a "good citizen".

Cheng Nuo put the coffee on the table where Xuan Shi was.

Guangyi Dashao's aura is too strong.

Even if the table where Xuan Shi sat next to him was vacant, no one would dare to sit at it.

"It seems real?!" Cheng Nuo helped to wind up the line with some excitement, "This is the first free order at Shangdiao Coffee."

Cheng Nuo jumped for joy.

Nie Guangyi didn't get along well with Cheng Nuo to begin with, and now he didn't give him any face at all: "Are you so excited, are you planning to stay here to celebrate and drink the northwest wind?"

Even if there are Cheng Nuo's "followers" sitting next to him, it will not affect his performance.

Nie Guangyi could understand the curiosity of these people who came here to queue up.

Everyone, more or less, would like to experience the alternative life of "catching fish with the air conditioner blowing on, drinking coffee and listening to music".

But what a waste of time fishing is?

Regardless of the customer's experience, the operator should just want to jump under the table, right?

That's right, it's under the table.

If such a cafe could make money, Nie Guangyi would be willing to sacrifice his own life.

Fortunately, he was just thinking about it in his heart.

If this is said out loud, the life of the future Pritzker Prize winner may come to an abrupt end in this rising year.

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[Monthly tickets, recommended tickets, all given to Piaopiao~]
Chapter completed!