In the afternoon, Xue Qiandai had several coffee orders to deliver.
The little electric scooter arrived at the foot of the China World Trade Center, which is also a super 5A Grade A office building. It is home to many multinational financial, high-end business and international media companies.
Xue Qiandai skillfully parked her car on the side of the road, carried the coffee packaging through the revolving door, and arrived at the lobby. She dialed the number recorded by the operator, You Duoduo.
"Hello, is this Ms. Zhao? This is Lightyear Coffee delivery person. Your coffee has arrived, please come downstairs to pick it up."
Two minutes later, a girl came shuffling down the stairs. Unlike many shrewd and capable urban white-collar workers, this girl looked like she hadn't woken up yet. Her hair was also quite distinctive, with a layered style.
The sharp-eyed Xue Qiandai noticed that she was wearing clothing from the brand "Exception." This brand is niche, but definitely high-end and expensive, with many celebrities being loyal fans. Its brand philosophy focuses on traditional culture, expressing understanding and appreciation of clothing in a uniquely Chinese language.
Someone who can afford to wear exceptional clothes would actually order coffee delivery. Xue Qiandai couldn't quite understand it.
Miss Zhao's name is Zhao Jiening. When she arrived in front of Xue Qiandai, she gave her the last four digits of her mobile phone number.
"Please enjoy your coffee," Xue Qiandai said politely, her voice melodious and pleasant.
Zhao Jiening was probably attracted by her voice. She took the coffee, picked up the straw, inserted it, took a sip, and then said, "You changed your delivery drivers?"
Xue Qiandai was surprised to find that this was actually a regular customer who knew who was delivering to her. She smiled and replied, "No, the store's delivery volume has increased, and the previous deliveryman couldn't handle it all. I'm the new one."
She was still biting her straw, and didn't seem to have any intention of going upstairs. "I see you have such a good figure, how come you have so many freckles? Since you have freckles, you should wear a mask. Otherwise, it will affect other people's mood."
Is this accusing her of affecting the city's appearance? Wearing a mask in this sweltering heat, it's no wonder she gets heatstroke! Xue Qiandai was unhappy; no one had ever dared to criticize her before, not even when she was wearing an outfit.
Reluctantly, out of consideration for the fact that the other party was a fake god, Xue Qiandai suppressed her anger and said calmly, "Miss Zhao, didn't your parents tell you that it's rude to point fingers at other people's appearance? I brought you delicious coffee, what does that have to do with whether I have freckles or not?"
Zhao Jiening was surprised that this young deliveryman would argue so strongly, which piqued her interest. She smirked and said, "Of course it's related. I just like your coffee and want to make it a pleasant experience. But your uniforms are ugly enough, but it's so hard to find a clean and presentable face!"
These few sentences contain a great deal of information.
First, she pointed out the damned uniform, which Xue Qiandai couldn't refute.
"A new batch of T-shirts is being made in the store and will arrive in a few days. I guarantee they won't be an eyesore or an eyesore."
Secondly, she disliked Xue Qiandai's freckles, to which Dai Dai replied that it was intolerable. "I don't think there's anything wrong with freckles. International supermodel Feng Yan, a darling of the Paris catwalk, has a face full of freckles."
Zhao Jiening chuckled, a meaningful laugh, "Can you compare to Yan Yan? Her freckles are a unique feature, yours..."
It's a complicated matter that's hard to explain in a few words.
Could this person be a fan of Feng Yan? Feng Yan is quite controversial; she's considered ugly in China, but very popular abroad. It takes courage to like her. To be fair, Xue Qiandai somewhat admires Zhao Ke's taste.
Another point is that there are countless coffee shops of all sizes in the CBD, yet Ms. Zhao chose a coffee delivery shop, which proves that Blue Mountain coffee is good and that Ms. Zhao knows her coffee.
"I think Miss Zhao, you have great taste in choosing Lightyear Coffee. Oh, by the way, your outfit is also very nice."
"Huh?" Zhao Jiening was stunned. Her attitude hadn't been friendly, and her comments had been sharp, but the other person had retorted calmly and confidently. And then, at the end, she had praised her, and the praise was spot-on, making her feel very pleased and giving her the respect she hadn't received from her colleagues. She pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."
Xue Qiandai turned around and waved to the back, "I still need to deliver coffee, Miss Zhao, enjoy your coffee."
Zhao Jiening watched Xue Qiandai's departing figure, lost in thought.
After delivering a few orders, Xue Qiandai happened to pass by Shin Kong Mitsukoshi. She looked at her reflection in the shop window, admiring herself for a while.
Then I looked into the depths of the shop windows, at those flagship stores with high-end, sophisticated, and exquisite logos.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and you'll find yourself drawn to the luxurious, decadent atmosphere of Shin Kong Mitsukoshi, the thrill of spending lavishly and indulging in shopping sprees, and the dreamlike world built from those symbols.
A minute later, Xue Qiandai touched her empty pockets.
"Hmph, Princess Dai Dai will come back someday, it won't be long." She comforted herself with an optimistic attitude.
Suddenly, she rubbed her eyes hard and leaned towards the shop window. "Bang!" Her forehead hit the glass, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
However, what hurts more than the forehead is the heart.
She saw Huo Meiren standing in front of the Estée Lauder counter, her tall and elegant figure like a graceful orchid tree, patiently selecting something. Her usually cold and aloof features softened, and her familiar eyebrows and eyes clearly showed a smile.
Who is he picking out a gift for?
Has he found someone he likes?
It turns out that fairy tales are all lies; once a breakup happens, it's a breakup, and no one will wait for her forever.
Xue Qiandai was devastated by this fact. She rubbed her forehead in frustration, messing up her bangs, and covered her face with a mask, thinking she might as well die of heatstroke.
She didn't die; she got on her little electric scooter and sped back to the coffee shop.
She was sullen all afternoon. Jian Yan noticed her pale face, "Dai Dai, what's wrong?"
She remained silent, not wanting to speak. Xue Qiandai said expressionlessly, "I want to be alone."
You Duoduo leaned closer, "Dai Dai, who is Jingjing?"
Xue Qiandai: "..."
Why don't you call him You Hanhan? He's so silly and clumsy. Xue Qiandai kicked a chair leg.
My toes hurt so much!
The people in the shop guessed that Xue Qiandai had encountered some trouble, so they didn't bother her and let her be alone. Only Lan Shan quietly brought her a cup of cold brew.
After 6:30, Jian Yan greeted Jin Xiangyu, "Sister Yu, Dai Dai seems to have heatstroke. I'll take her back to rest."
"Okay, be careful on the road," Jin Xiangyu said with a smile, turning around and silently repeating the little gold bar three times. For the sake of the little gold bar, the capitalist tolerated it.
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