No. 72 Jiangkou Old Street

The coffee shop's decoration also has the flavor of old Shanghai alleys. The alley street lights have been replaced with wall lamps, there are bamboo chairs for seating, wooden benches and tables, stone slabs on the ground, and murals on the walls depicting the alley scenery of the neighbors.

It can be seen that the owner not only studied fine arts, but also probably majored in mural painting, as the ceiling is completely painted.

The cost of the interior walls is about 45.

"Hey! Master!"

Perhaps he hadn't recovered from the consultation yet, so when he heard the word "Young Master", Zheng Cheng felt as if his heart was being gripped.

"Wow! Tianyi got up quite early today." Hu Hanyu smiled at the person who spoke.

Not calling me.

Zheng Cheng muttered to himself and turned his head away pretending to be calm.

"Nong Ce, why didn't you tell me you were bringing people here?"

A man stood up from the bamboo chair in the corner with a jingle. He had a tuft of red hair on his head and was wearing a large ripped denim T-shirt.

This is No. 72 Jiangkou Old Street. Take a closer look at the low-cost, fraudulent decoration style and the old chairs that have been sat on by countless people.

Zheng Cheng tried hard to see his surroundings clearly and pull himself out of the state of impending flashback.

"Welcome, brothers!" The red-haired man walked towards them, with the silver ornaments on his body hanging like a light ball. The sunlight coming in through the open door was accurately reflected by him into Zheng Cheng's eyes.

Zheng Cheng, who was already feeling unwell, suddenly felt dizzy. He subconsciously reached for the arm of the person next to him. Hu Hanyu put his arm around his shoulder without hesitation.

"Are you okay?" He used a little strength in his hands to support Zheng Cheng and help him stand steadily.

Feeling the support from the outside world, Zheng Cheng's senses were gradually brought back to reality. He took a few deep breaths, and the dizziness slowly disappeared.

"It's okay, I was just mad at you." He said, "Let me go."

Hu Hanyu laughed but didn't let go.

"Let me introduce you. This is my childhood friend, Chu Tianyi." Hu Hanyu pointed at the red-haired man and then at Zheng Cheng. "Zheng Cheng, my friend."

Friend. Although it's not officially certified, forget it. Zheng Cheng doesn't have the energy to argue now.

"Hello, Mr. Chu." Zheng Cheng smiled politely, broke free from Hu Hanyu's hand and stood up straight.

"Oh! Hello, you're welcome, friend Zheng." Hongmao Tianyi casually raised his hand as a greeting, then looked at Zheng Cheng intently, "Hey? I think I've seen you somewhere."

"He is a food blogger, Master Guan Er, have you seen him?" Hanyu hooked over a bamboo stool and arranged for Zheng Cheng to sit down.

"Oh, oh, oh! I know. It specializes in high-end Japanese cuisine." Tian Yiyi slapped his thigh and pulled a chair over to sit next to Zheng Cheng. "Friend Zheng, how is this restaurant? Does it have a strong accent?"

Hu Hanyu came up behind him and slapped him, then lifted him up by the collar and said, "Get out of the way, you bastard."

"Don't do that. I'm the boss. You can sit down, sister! Give me two cups of black coffee." Tianyi had to stand aside and said to the pink-haired clerk who had been bored in the corner for a long time.

The pink-haired clerk rolled his eyes at him, slowly walked behind the counter, and started making coffee.

"This is really my sister, Tianqi. I didn't take advantage of her." The emperor smiled at Zheng Cheng. "The shop has just opened and hasn't started to build momentum yet. If you have any opinions, please feel free to ask."

First of all, he had never seen the tables and chairs in a cafe being moved around so casually. They were sitting scattered in the middle of the store, but Hu Hanyu couldn't stand it anymore and moved a table over.

"Does this count as opening the door?" Hu Hanyu clapped his hands and sat down again.

"Oh, it's a trial run! This is the style of my shop." Tian Yi leaned back on a bamboo chair with his legs crossed and spread his hands. "You see, this kind of disorder is also a kind of sentiment."

No. 72 Jiangkou Old Street is the address of the Shikumen where the three of them grew up. The cafe simulates the lighting atmosphere of the old alley at night, with bicycles and coal stoves... Chu Tianyi wanted to create the relaxing feeling of enjoying the cool air in a Shikumen alley.

"In winter, when the draft blows, do you want to turn it into a public bathhouse?" Hu Hanyu shook his head.

"Friend Zheng, look at this guy. He's so unromantic." Tianyi pointed at Hu Hanyu and complained, "He just makes fun of his friends all day long."

"You're right." Zheng Cheng immediately nodded in agreement about the fried eggs and steamed chicken.

"Right? Right? Look! Zheng is also my friend!" Tian Yi clapped his hands together. "Today, your coffee is yours, and I'll pay for it."

Tianyi's sister brought iced coffee to the two of them and then retreated to the corner to play with her cell phone.

"Come, two masters, have a taste." Tianyi pushed two decent cups of coffee and sugar milk in front of the two men.

"Hmm? The beans are pretty good." Zheng Cheng originally thought that Shunshui Hotel was just trying to fool people, but it turned out to be true.

"Not bad, isn't it? My great-uncle stayed in Yunnan after being sent to work in the countryside. There's land there to grow coffee beans," Tianyi said proudly, his head held high, a tuft of red hair like a rooster's comb. "This isn't just a casual purchase; it's a genuine supply chain."

Although his conversation was as messy as his clothes, Chu Tianyi was down-to-earth in what he did.

The iced coffee is served in a short glass with a small umbrella on top, which is indeed nostalgic.

Zheng Cheng remembered how when Zhang's mother squeezed orange juice for them as children, she also liked to put a small umbrella in the juice. He and Zheng Sisi even argued over the color of the small umbrella. He took out his phone and took a picture.

"Are you going to eat or not? You'll starve to death if you wait for so long." Tianqi came over and asked.

Tianyi then remembered that he had not eaten, so he jumped up and went to the kitchen with his sister.

"There are snacks on the counter. Take whatever you want. Big brother will pay the bill!" Tianyi poked his head out from the kitchen and called out.

"He's such a terrible boss..." Hu Hanyu shook his head, walked around the counter, and came back with a handful of tangerine peel and plum candies. "Eat them! Eat them until they go bankrupt."

When Zheng Cheng was a child, all the candies in his home were imported. He had never eaten plum candy when he was a child. He tried one and it had a milky plum flavor, which was not bad.

"You lived in a place like this when you were a child," he asked Hanyu.

"Well, he has already beautified it. It's not realistic enough. We should have clothes hanging above our heads, and sometimes there's water dripping."

Hanyu looked up at the starry sky painted by Tianyi. Although he was tall and big, he could still find a comfortable angle skillfully when sitting on a small bamboo chair. It was obvious that he often sat on this kind of chair when he was a child.

Zheng Cheng felt very uncomfortable. Sometimes he felt something was sticking to him, and sometimes his clothes were caught in the gap.

But all of this seemed too new to him. These details that would normally make him angry became unimportant at this moment.

"You said that when you were a kid you didn't have your keys with you, so you climbed up by stepping on a windowsill like this?" Zheng Cheng pointed at the fake windowsill painted on the wall.

"Yeah, that's the kind that's easy to climb." Hanyu followed his gaze and then returned to look at Zheng Cheng. "I was just chatting with Xiao Ming the other day, and you actually remember it."

"I don't know." Zheng Cheng shrugged, "I just remember it."

He had never sat on a bamboo chair, eaten plum candy, or climbed over the wall to the second floor by stepping on the windowsill. These were not his childhood, but Zheng Cheng felt an indescribable feeling when he saw Hanyu describing these things so freely.

It should be envy. He envied the person who could talk about these memories in a casual tone.

"Hanyu, is this the perfect home you imagined?" Zheng Cheng asked him the question Dr. Yin asked.

Hu Hanyu looked at Zheng Cheng in surprise, then blinked and turned to look deep into the alley where Tianyi had painted on the wall.

"It's not perfect, but it's my favorite home," he said. "Back then, my dad would come home from selling buns every day to study with me. The room was so small, so I sat at the table and he had to sit on the bed, making it easy for him to beat me."

"Then where does your mother sit?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"Oh, I don't have a mother. She died of complications during childbirth." Hu Hanyu smiled.

"Ah..." Zheng Cheng was stunned by the unexpected answer, and then apologized softly: "Sorry."

"It's okay," Hu Hanyu said with a smile on his face. "Later, when Lao Hu's business got bigger, he wanted to move up the social ladder. Was going to Japan popular at that time? So Chu Tianyi and I went together. In the end, neither of us made a name for ourselves."

Chu Tianyi is accompanied by his mother to study, while Hu Hanyu only has an aunt.

If Hu Hanyu had his mother by his side, he might not have taken the path he is taking now.

"Old man Gao Tian is just like my dad when he was making dumplings." Hu Hanyu ate a piece of tangerine peel candy. "It's crowded even among the brothers in Cheng Cuisine, but I feel like I'm at home."

"The feeling of home." Zheng Cheng tried hard to understand what it felt like, looking at the bamboo chairs, the stone floor, and the fake windowsill on the wall.

"The perfect family you mentioned should have a mother, right? But I never have one, so it doesn't matter to me." Hu Hanyu circled back to Zheng Cheng's original question.

The reason why regret is regret is because you once had it.

"I see." Zheng Cheng suddenly realized, "No wonder I can't think of a perfect home, because I've never had one either."

"Click"

Hu Hanyu broke the candy in his mouth into pieces.

"I think I know what you're going to say. I'm not being pretentious." Zheng Cheng finished his coffee. "People like Zhou Min and I, who started listing properties as soon as we were born and always drove Cullinans, think we've never had any worries since we were little."

In fact, they not only have no home, but also no childhood.

Life has been planned since birth, and there is never a shortage of people around us, except for parents who are always absent.

The path to higher education is planned by educational experts, the diet is planned by nutritionists, every step is in rhythm, the process of growth is watched by dozens of pairs of eyes, even when throwing a ball, there is someone guarding it.

"Look at Zhou Min, he's said to be a promising young heir, but he has a room full of insects and birds, and he always likes to gather people around him. He's a pervert." Zheng Cheng laughed as he spoke, "I'm even more perverted. I can't even sleep without anyone around."

Hu Hanyu didn't laugh, he looked at Zheng Cheng quietly.

"People like us, born without a home, where can we find a perfect home?" It was rare to see such a serious expression on his face. It was a little too serious, making Zheng Cheng's eyes sore. He could only look away and look up at the Big Dipper painted by Chu Tianyi.

"Are you hungry?" After a moment of silence, Hu Hanyu stood up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to get something to eat."

"No, you plan to stay here? Not go back?" Zheng Cheng was puzzled.

"Didn't you just... faint? I was afraid you'd faint again while we were talking." Hu Hanyu said, and walked towards the kitchen. "Want some curry rice? I made it this morning when I parked the car."

“? Eat.” What Hu Hanyu made shouldn’t be bad.

After talking a lot since this morning, Zheng Cheng finally felt hungry, a hunger he hadn't felt in a long time.

It's very strange. I almost had an attack just now, but I controlled it well. This is progress.

He remembered to make a note of it and talk about it during the next consultation. As soon as he took out his cell phone, he saw that Zhou Min, Xiao Ming, and Sisi had sent him several messages asking about his condition.

I have to get back quickly, otherwise they will think I'm dead.