The experiment lasted for several days. In addition to testing the power of the Rubik's Cube, which made Roland feel relaxed, another way to relieve stress was the Dream World. With a group of witches who were curious about everything and would never stop exclaiming, no matter what they did, they could make people feel happy.
The opening of the cafe was no exception.
After one and a half months of hard work, the Rose Café finally welcomed its opening day.
To keep a low profile, he deliberately chose to cut the ribbon and set off the firecrackers after 10 o'clock. At this time, most of the shops were closed, students and office workers had left, and the uncles and aunties were haggling in the vegetable market. It was the quietest time in the apartment complex.
The two-story cafe was located next to the warehouse. The rent was 3,500 yuan per month. Although it did not sound expensive, it was quite high considering the per capita spending power of the residents in the apartment complex.
However, Roland did not care whether the cafe could make a profit or not, so he did not haggle with the landlord too much. His only request was that the wall between the warehouse and the rented apartment be opened so that the materials could enter and exit easily. Of course, the wall would be filled back when the rent was canceled.
Seeing that Roland had paid a year's rent in one go, the landlord readily agreed.
However, these excuses were just to fool people.
Roland did not intend to become a businessman, and the Taquila witches certainly had no interest in serving others. Therefore, the decoration of the cafe was purely for decoration. It was more like a small place for people to entertain themselves than a shop.
If possible, he hoped that there would be no customers at all.
To achieve this goal, he hung a sign at the door with the "sky-high price" of every drink, such as a latte for 260 yuan and a caramel macchiato for 300 yuan. He did not know the difference between the different types of coffee. It was just the price of a famous shop multiplied by 10.
A bottle of soy milk in the neighboring shop was only 1.5 yuan and 50 cents.
He did not believe that anyone would really visit this "unscrupulous shop".
By the same logic, if someone came in to spend money even though it was obvious that he was being cheated, he would most likely be the "person" on the note.
However, Roland was not sure whether the name "Rose" would count.
"Your Majesty, is this all right?" Phyllis put down the ribbon in her hand.
"Well, once the ribbon is cut, the Rose Café is officially open for business." He nodded. "Let's go celebrate with everyone."
Pushing open the door and walking into the room, he saw a bar counter and a few small round tables. Candles and rose vases were placed on each table, and soft music was playing from the stereo. It looked quite real. But when the two of them went up to the second floor, the atmosphere became completely different. It was more like a small restaurant than a coffee shop.
Roland bought a full set of kitchenware and a barbecue grill for the ancient witches who entered the Dream World. Compared to the time when he could only take them to eat Kaifeng cuisine and Lanlan Road, now they could taste all kinds of fresh food without going out. Probably to make up for the regret of hundreds of years, and the advanced cuisine he brought back from the hotel last time had opened the door to a new world, the witches' enthusiasm for cooking was beyond imagination. It took them some time to learn how to use gas stoves, microwave ovens, and other modern cooking utensils at the beginning, but after that, they could already make all kinds of new dishes according to the recipes without Roland's guidance.
Moreover, some of them were particularly talented. The dishes they made were quite similar to the dishes of star-rated chefs. Although they were not good at plate presentation and parquet, their knife skills and fire control were absolutely impeccable. Phyllis was one of them.
"Your Majesty, I've just learned how to cook braised eel. Would you like to try it?"
"Here comes the freshly grilled tenderloin!"
"Your Majesty, can you help me find some ways to cook cold dishes?"
The witches' greetings were endless. Obviously, for them, cooking was no less fun than watching a movie or going out to play.
Unfortunately, they could not stay in the Dream World forever. Looking at the lively scene on the second floor, Roland could not help but feel a little regretful. After learning about Elena's death, he had entered the Dream World many times, hoping to see her again here. However, neither the warehouse nor the tube-shaped apartment had changed because of her death.
This meant that they would have to say goodbye to this place sooner or later.
Whether it was because of the war or his death as an ordinary person, all these experiences would become untouchable memories.
Probably because of this, they would cherish every time they entered the Dream World.
Perhaps... he should also increase the frequency of his sleep. Even if it was not for the sake of reducing stress, as long as they could stay here a little longer, it would be worth it.
"Ding, ding, dang..."
Just then, a crisp sound of a wind chime came from the first floor.
The room suddenly became quiet.
"Your Majesty, we have guests," Phyllis reminded him.
"No way. Did the person who made the appointment react so quickly? The café has just opened, and they already came to visit?" He winked at the others and said, "Act according to the plan." Then he walked downstairs with Phyllis. Among these ancient witches, only No. 76, who had lurked in "Black Money" for a period of time, had experience in serving others.
"There's no one at the counter. Is your purpose of opening this café really to provide a job for the villagers?"
The newcomer crossed her arms in front of her chest and slightly frowned, staring at Roland suspiciously. For a moment, Roland felt the newcomer's eyes scrutinize his cheeks and collar twice.
The "guest" was Garcia.
Roland heaved a sigh of relief. Garcia had known about the opening of the café for a long time, and the star martialist had helped him successfully transfer the business to the previous tenant. He nodded to Phyllis and said, "Two cups of coffee." Then he gestured to Garcia and said, "Of course, it's always been my goal to help them leave the village."
"Wait, I'm not going to drink —"
"It's my treat. It's free."
Garcia sat down and said, "Anyway, the price you put out is too high. It's hard to believe your real purpose of opening this café."
"You're wrong." Roland pretended to be sincere and said, "The most important thing for them to do is to adapt to the big city from the countryside. Do you think they'll be able to work peacefully if there are a lot of customers? It's good enough that they won't be scared. It doesn't matter if I don't make money. The key is to give them a space to adapt to life in the big city. This is the purpose of the Rose Café. "
"Is that so?" she asked doubtfully.
"Of course. Also, I'd like to thank you for the invitation last time. It was a great help. "Roland took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Have you solved the problem of identity?"
"Not only that, I've arranged a school for them. It's the same school as Zero, but they're in the high school." He smiled and said, "The three of them have always wanted to thank you in person."
"That's good..." Garcia's expression softened a lot. "You don't have to thank me. After all, it's all because of your efforts. In order not to give my father and the media an excuse, I chose not to stand up."
Roland shook his head and said, "It's enough for you to do this."
They fell into silence for a while.
"Here's the coffee. Please enjoy it." Phyllis's voice broke the silence.
Garcia came to her senses and seemed to want to hide something. She lowered her head and picked up the cup. "By the way, I have something important to tell you."
"Is it related to the Martialist Association?" Roland was not surprised. After all, Garcia was not the kind of person who would drop by for no reason.
She nodded and said, "Yes, there's a task assigned to you by the higher-ups."
"I don't think it's an exhibition match or something like that. I heard that the preliminaries of the new Martial Arts Contest are about to begin. "
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