"Okay, I'll be right there."
The beautiful waitress said, then bowed slightly to the sisters. She took the menu and went to the kitchen to inform the chefs.
At this time, another beautiful waitress came over with a large plate. She placed several cups of coffee on the plate on the table one by one. After that, she smiled and said, "Hello, how are you?
This is a gift from the customer over there. The coffee can be refilled. Please call me if you need it. "
After that, she took the plate and left.
Most of the coffee in foreign restaurants could be refilled. This kind of drink was a habit, just like the tea in domestic restaurants, and it was more pure.
Unlike some shops in China, coffee was regarded as a treasure, or some people regarded coffee as a treasure. They felt that drinking a cup of coffee made them above others. This kind of thing was really ridiculous.
People treated coffee as plain water. They took some coffee beans and ground it into powder, added some water, or used utensils to distill it. They made a big jar at a time. Sometimes, no one drank it. At night, they had to pour out a big bucket of coffee. Some people with cerebral thrombosis regarded it as a capital to show off and as a proof of identity promotion. Don't you think it's ridiculous?
However, this was the same both in China and abroad. Some people in China treated coffee as a treasure. Many people overseas also treated tea as a treasure. This was because they didn't have it, or it was very rare for them to have it. No one around them had it.
When a friend came, he would take out tea leaves and make a cup of it. Then he would show off to them, saying that he imported it from China. In China, only high-level elites could drink this kind of drink. It was very nutritious and very good.
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of a foreigner who showed off to his friends. When he ate instant noodles, he said that he had eaten it once when he was on a business trip to China. This was a luxury that only high-level people could afford. Later, the program team told the truth and he died on the spot.
He was too ashamed to face his old friends and fellow villagers. It was the same when it came to Chinese people.
Exotic customs. People in different places had different cultural characteristics. You could praise them for some of their things and praise them for some of their correct things.
But you can't say that you forgot your roots just because you came into contact with their things. Bragging about their things and belittling your own things in order to raise the value of your nonsense. That's a typical case of cerebral palsy.
A person, no matter where he was, no matter what kind of cultural collision or washing he experienced, no matter what kind of knowledge he received, no matter what, he couldn't forget his roots.
Where his roots were, it would be there for the rest of his life. No matter where he was, it would never change. This was the memory flowing in his bones.
After the sisters heard the waiter say that the coffee was delivered by the customer over there, they all stretched their heads to take a look.
There was a handsome golden-haired young man sitting there. He looked a little like a 'prince'. His eyes were as blue as the sea, clear and bright.
At this moment, the handsome young man was eating steak and drinking red wine. When he noticed his sisters' gazes, he also looked over and nodded respectfully. His eyes were filled with awe.
The sisters didn't think too much about it. They retracted their gazes and sighed as they looked at the coffee.
"Sigh, it's quite embarrassing to have people send us gifts every day when we're having a meal here."
"Who asked us to be so beautiful? Hohoho, take it and drink. It's a waste not to drink it."
"I don't dare to drink it. Who knows what's in it? Although it's a token of their goodwill, it's better to be careful."
"You're too cautious, Big Sister. There are so many of us. What's there to be afraid of? Don't you think so, Little Brother?"
"This is not called being cautious. This is called experience. I've experienced so much in the workplace and have so many social interactions. I've seen all kinds of ugly things. And that's only in China. There's no need to talk about it overseas. It's better to be careful outside."
"What Big Sister said makes sense. Fifth Sister, let's be careful. If you want to drink it, just order it yourself."
The sisters discussed the cup of coffee with a serious expression.
Ye Xuan also felt the same. Although it was a token of their goodwill, there were still many things to be careful about, especially for girls.
After all, a lot of the drugs in the country came from abroad. In such a strict social environment in the country, there were still many girls who suffered because of it every day. Needless to say, there were many people abroad. There was no use at all, and there was no meaning.
While the sisters were discussing, the three sisters were looking at the handsome blonde foreign guy with a smitten expression. After looking for a while, they got up and walked to the counter. They ordered a cup of coffee, a glass of red wine, and a glass of milk from the waiter. The three of them walked over with a bottle of drinks. They sat in front of the handsome foreign guy with a smile and started chatting with him.
Seeing this, the sisters were also embarrassed. At the same time, they also smiled a little. They looked at each other and smiled without saying anything.
At this time, Ye Xuan glanced at the coconut that had been drunk dry. He didn't notice that he actually brought the coconut in. The sisters also brought the coconuts in their hands and put them on the table, but they hadn't finished drinking them yet.
Anyway, it would take a while for the dishes to arrive. Since he had nothing to do, Ye Xuan took his finished coconut, then picked up the knife on the plate and began to carve on the coconut.
First, the hard coconut shell was cut off one by one, revealing the coconut meat inside. Then, he began to precisely cut and carve the coconut meat with the table knife. His movements were smooth and every cut was on the most important part.
The cut coconut meat slid on the table. After a while, the head of the coconut meat had already shown some clues, but now it didn't seem to be what it was. It just looked very delicate and beautiful.
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