Fu Jingsheng's expression slowly changed from solemn to smiling.
His furrowed brows relaxed.
"How was it?" Ye Jianming awaited Fu Jingsheng's affirmative answer.
The taste was completely different from my first impression.
After taking a small bite, Fu Jingsheng opened his mouth and took another bite.
"Wine, juice, and what else?" Fu Jingsheng had the name on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't say it. He was as if he was stuck. In order to describe the last flavor, he drank one sip after another, racking his brains to think.
"Is it good?" Ye Jianming's focus was clearly different. He didn't need Fu Jingsheng to taste what was in the Electric Angel; he just wanted to know if it tasted good.
"Shh!" Fu Jingsheng told Ye Jianming to shut up. He needed a quiet environment to think about what the remaining taste was.
“Carrots,” Ye Jianming said.
"Oh, right, the taste is familiar. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't say them." Fu Jingsheng suddenly realized, "There's also food coloring?"
“There’s no artificial coloring; it’s made with fruit juice. Fu Jingsheng, I asked you about the taste, not to have you identify what’s in it,” Ye Jianming emphasized.
"The taste is okay, but the appearance is not good. When you sell something, the first thing customers see is the appearance. If it doesn't look good, will people still have the desire to drink it? The combination of blue and red is too ugly." Fu Jingsheng directly used "too ugly" to describe Ye Jianming's new product.
"Just change to a more upscale glass. Besides, it's boring to mix and match in the comments now. Doesn't the taste and name sound similar? The strength of the liquor is like being electrocuted when you drink it, while the sweetness of the fruit juice is gentle and mild, like an angel..." Ye Jianming admired himself after coming up with the name.
When Rong Yan came over after class, she saw the drink on the table and asked, "Has anyone had this?"
The two men shook their heads, and the woman downed her drink in one gulp, without even having a chance to savor it.
"Rong Yan, you've just chug down my new product like a cup of tea, what a waste!" Ye Jianming shook his head regretfully.
"New product? What's different?"
Rong Yan talked for an hour and a half, and her throat was practically burning. She really didn't have time to taste it.
Ye Jianming repeated the same script, and finally asked Rong Yan, "How was it? Did you feel like you were being electrocuted?"
Rong Yan clutched her chest in agreement: "Help, I've been hit."
She curled her fingers into a jumping motion: "See? My heart is pounding like crazy."
Ye Jianming rolled his eyes: "Exaggeration."
"How about I have another drink?" Rong Yan's expression returned to normal, and she reached out her hand.
"That's all. It takes half an hour to make one cup. Let's do it tomorrow." Ye Jianming lost interest.
A short while later, the students packed up their things and left the classroom. Before leaving, they greeted Rong Yan and saw Fu Jingsheng at the coffee shop counter.
The young female trainee's eyes sparkled.
[Fu Jingsheng, wow! He's so handsome!]
[The doctors at Hesong Hospital are a perfect match; President Fu is much taller than he appears in the photos, and he's quite imposing.]
[I'm so lucky to have seen President Fu while attending a free class!]
...
Ye Jianming rolled his eyes even more obviously. Are these guys all definitely mentally unstable?
Fu Jingsheng was embarrassed by the praise, and scratched his head, saying, "It's getting late, everyone should hurry back and be careful on the road."
Wow, that real voice is so beautiful!
[Pronounced clearly and powerfully]
[She speaks very gently.]
Ye Jianming thought to himself, "What the hell? How can someone speak with such power in just one sentence? These people are really something else."
I spent most of the day running around doing things, but I didn't hear a single word of praise.
Ye Jianming frowned and silently walked to the side, deciding not to cause himself any more trouble.
Rong Yan was put in an awkward position.
She stood in front of her husband and said, "See you another day. The coffee shop is about to close, we can't keep them waiting."
Okay, goodbye Mr. Fu.
[President Fu, you absolutely must come another day!]
Some people smiled at Fu Jingsheng, some winked at him, and some even blew him kisses...
Rong Yan practically pushed those people out the door.
Everyone kept looking back as they walked, taking several minutes to cover a distance of just a few meters, before finally getting out the door.
"Ye Jianming, close the door," Rong Yan called out.
Ye Jianming turned it off using the remote control.
"Fu Jingsheng, why don't you stand at the door next time? I think you can attract customers if you stand there, and maybe my coffee shop will become popular," Ye Jianming said sourly.
"What do you take me for?" Fu Jingsheng retorted. "What can I do if I'm too handsome? The eyes of the masses are discerning. If we stand together and a whole bunch of people rush towards me, I'll be speechless. Next time, I won't stand with you; I'll sit in the corner."
That sounds a bit like Versailles.
Ye Jianming interrupted, "No, I need you to step forward. The store needs customers."
"Alright, stop arguing. Do you want some late-night snacks? It's on me. Where's Bingbing?" Rong Yan suddenly remembered Rong Bing.
She had just come out of the classroom and didn't seem to see Rong Bing.
Rong Bing is not tall, and with the partitions on the registration desks, it was indeed quite difficult to see her when she was sitting inside.
In addition to the tasks assigned by Ye Jianming, Rong Bing made another table, filling in all the questions raised in class, intending to organize them and give them to Rong Yan so that Rong Yan could adjust them accordingly in the future.
The questions that most people are interested in are more worth discussing.
Rong Yan walked to the bar.
She looked inside and, sure enough, saw Rong Bing typing away on the keyboard.
"Bingbing," Rong Yan called out.
"Bingbing?" Rong Bing looked up in surprise. These two words hadn't been uttered by Rong Yan for at least ten years.
When she was little, Rong Yan would occasionally call her Bingbing, but after she went to college, Rong Yan always called her Rongbing.
"get out of class is over, are you still taking notes?" Rong Yan asked.
"Okay, almost done."
"Want some late-night snacks? Fu Jing has some pretty good taverns," Rong Yan asked.
Rong Bing wasn't hungry at all, but her sister came over specifically to ask, which showed that her sister cared about her, so she said, "Okay."
"How much longer? Maybe we can do it tomorrow." Rong Yan glanced at the time; it was almost ten o'clock.
"Give me five more minutes," Rong Bing said, then quickly started typing on the keyboard again.
She quickly saved the document and shut down the computer: "Okay, is everyone waiting for me?"
"Okay, let's go." Rong Yan helped Rong Bing up.
Fu Jingsheng and Ye Jianming walked behind, still discussing the electric angel.
Fu Jingsheng kept emphasizing that his looks weren't up to par, while Ye Jianming, of course, refused to admit that his own creations were bad.
"What do you know? Her looks are undeniable. You must have a problem with your taste," Ye Jianming retorted after hearing Fu Jingsheng say it many times.
"You're the one with questionable taste. You let me try it, but you won't tell the truth."
"I asked you to try the taste, not to comment on the appearance."
...
Rong Yan heard the two men behind her talking louder and louder, guessing they were about to start arguing. She stopped and turned around: "What are you two doing? We rarely have a late-night snack together, do you have to bicker?"
Upon hearing this, the two of them simultaneously turned to the other side.
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