Chapter 11: Rich Sister: Reputation Damaged hua——flower, p……
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The sunset glow gradually faded, and cobalt blue took over the sky.
Uncle Zheng led the way, and two staff members who were checking the driveway snow melting system walked towards the passenger parking area.
The pavement layer of the driveway is loose, resulting in uneven heat conduction. During the heavy snow two weeks ago, only half of the snow on a section of the driveway melted.
At that time, Chen Che was driving out. After passing that section of road, his tires slipped and the sports car he had just picked up came into close contact with the decorative statues on the roadside.
The eldest young master immediately frowned.
Although Chen Che didn't scold anyone, Uncle Zheng still felt a lingering fear when he recalled the eldest young master's expression at that time.
Along the driveway of the villa, the embedded floor lights light up one after another.
The light is not bright, but rather dim and bright, forming a hazy light and shadow.
Uncle Zheng, who was discussing a solution with the staff, suddenly stopped and stepped on the floor lamp. He thought to himself that the floor lamp was not very bright, was there something wrong?
While lost in thought, he bumped into a wall of people.
Without having time to see who was coming, Uncle Zheng said "sorry" and quickly moved his foot away from the embedded street light.
Then he raised his head.
Suddenly, I saw a human face.
The already dim light on the roadside suddenly emitted a bright beam, and the street lamp miraculously recovered. From bottom to top, the bright light outlined the man's face.
His face was expressionless, a state of being torn apart from his soul. Shadows, contrary to normal, piled upon his features.
"Ghost..." Uncle Zheng's cry was tortuous. After seeing who was coming, it finally stopped at "Young Master".
The eldest young master did not blame him, but instead sympathized with the old housekeeper: "Uncle Zheng, would you like some Heytea?"
Uncle Zheng was apprehensive: "Master, I don't drink milk tea. Why don't you ask Madam?"
"She lost weight."
Chen Che could guess with his toes that at this moment, Queen Du was touching her empty belly and lamenting her unfortunate fate.
According to the law of conservation of energy, whatever a person gains, he will lose. The slim-bodied Du Yuanshan has not had a full meal for more than 20 years.
Not bothering to care about his beautiful and charming mother, the queen of the screen, Chen Che looked at the two staff members and asked them in English, "Would you like to drink Heytea?"
The two staff members were old and had never heard of Chinese milk tea brands. The two foreigners had never even heard of milk tea.
To Uncle Zheng's surprise, the young master, who used to be so arrogant, tried hard to explain to the foreigner what pearl milk tea is.
"Pearls are small balls made of tapioca flour." Shen Che said patiently.
Foreigner A smiled and said, "I'm allergic to tapioca flour."
"It doesn't have to be added." Chen Che suggested again, "Let's go to the Pacific Mall in the city. I'll treat you to milk tea."
Foreigner B thanked him and said, "Bro, I'm allergic to milk. Do you have milk tea made with goat's milk?"
Chen Che retracted his smile and grumbled in Chinese: "Wild boars are not used to eating fine bran."
The staff drove away.
Uncle Zheng saw that the young master was staying in the garage and kindly reminded him, "Young master, isn't Pacific Mall closing soon? If you really want some milk tea, I'll have someone prepare it."
Unlike in China, shops abroad close earlier.
Unexpectedly, the young master suddenly went crazy and acted like a three-year-old kid: "I just want to drink Heytea."
The all-round housekeeper, Lao Zheng, had a brilliant idea: "Why not invite the Heytea staff to our house? Mrs. Cen will be taking her children on a school trip in a few days, so we can host an afternoon tea party."
"No, I only drink Heytea on the basement floor of Pacific Mall."
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The weather forecast says that the cold high pressure in the grassland province will move eastward, and rare scissors winds will arrive, and there will be a sharp drop in temperature in the next few days.
But today is clearly a warm and sunny winter day, why would the young master have a seizure so early?
"You've seen Mrs. Cen's child," Uncle Zheng said, almost wanting to hold up the inscription board. "You went to kindergarten with her when you were little."
Chen Che casually picked up a car key, and there was no such person in his mind at all.
"When you were a child, you often came to our house to play, and she would bring you Yakult to drink." Uncle Zheng imagined the heartwarming scene of Elsa walking around in a princess dress and a small suit.
"That kid's love of drinking stale water is his problem." The car door tilted up and a scene from the future appeared. Chen Che ducked in and said, "I only like to drink Heytea."
Uncle Zheng: "Hey, I'm a girl!"
The young master, who was considerate of his employees, lowered the car window.
A hundred dollars in foreign currency peeked out from the gap of a few centimeters, and a lazy voice uttered, "Go to the Asian supermarket and buy some Yakult. Buy as much as you can. I'll buy it all."
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"Please give her a drink."
Boom—the sound waves rolled up the dust in the driveway, the cold black tail wing was like a sharp blade, and the air was materialized and broken.
It's like a storyboard of a comic line drawing.
The sports car drew a silver-gray shadow in the night, and the sound waves echoed in the night sky. Passersby returning home stopped to look and lamented the huge gap between the rich and the poor.
The young master who started his night life rushed to the mall in a dusty state.
There are 10 minutes left until closing.
The owner of a Korean restaurant who was counting the bill at the cash register came face to face with a face.
This evil spirit.
The shop owner guarded the cash register vigilantly, and slowly moved his right hand down to touch the alarm button below.
Chen Che: “Where is Heytea?”
The owner of the Korean restaurant was also stunned to see that the evil spirit was dressed properly and no longer looked as disheveled as he did when he was working during the day.
Of course he knew Heytea, and the opening of the new store brought him a lot of customers.
Zhonggu Salami’s milk tea shop is indeed powerful.
The shop owner murmured something and pointed in a direction.
"Thank you."
The evil spirit was surprisingly polite, and the Korean restaurant owner was stunned again.
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Heytea.
The shiny mirror reflects the smiling face of the shop assistant - the hard-working worker is about to get off work.
Another clerk is processing waste raw materials.
Suddenly, dark clouds descended in front of the order counter.
The clerk's worst fear finally happened. The dark clouds spoke, a storm about to hit. "A cup of succulent green grapes, thank you."
"Uh." The foreigner who was handling the waste stopped.
Chen Che glimpsed the plump green grapes in the waste bucket and gasped, "Gone?"
Shop assistant: “We’re closed…”
The tall customer glanced at the time and argued, "The mall will close in five minutes. It doesn't matter if there are no succulent grapes. I want something else."
The clerk was almost dead: Fine, I can also make you another cup of Green Lemon Tea without any toppings.
Chen Che leaned on the counter, exported a screenshot of someone's winnings from Penguin Mail, and showed it to the clerk: "Badge, give it to me."
The tone is asking for a beating, like a scoundrel who comes to collect a debt.
Shop assistant: Here, here you go.
When I got off work, I met my boyfriend. He wiped the reflective countertop and got water stains on it again. The clerk was so upset that he had no place to vent his frustration.
Shen Che got a piece of iron smaller than a finger bone.
That's it? He frowned, picking up the badge and playing with it between his fingers.
The small milk tea shape is the same size as the Young Pioneers emblem.
He drove for twenty minutes to get here, and got such a shabby thing?
"Anything else?" he asked.
The clerk looked on inwardly with disdain, thinking, "What a manly man! He picked it up!" He pulled down his apron, revealing the dangling suspenders, festooned with shining badges, which clashed together with a boisterous clang.
Milk tea, green grapes, red grapefruit, milk jasmine... the shapes of the products in the same series are pretty much the same.
Chen Che couldn't tell the difference: "Aren't they all the same?"
The clerk asked him: "How are they the same? The color is different, and the particles at the bottom of the cup are different too."
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the guest’s mood became even worse after he mentioned the color.
Chen Che placed his fingertips on the menu and drew a few vertical lines: "This row, this row, this row, one cup of each, take away."
"..." The two shop assistants exclaimed in surprise, "God, was this living father sent by Satan to torture them?"
After learning that there was no small material and that he couldn't do more, Shen Che said: "Then what do you have? Just do what you can."
Shopkeeper No. 1 said that he couldn't do it, but he didn't want to offend Wu Ni's father. "Sorry, we only have milk."
Clerk No. 2, acting as the atmosphere group, raised a tone of regret and explained to the customer: "Besides milk, there is only water."
"Okay, then I need 20 cups, and help me get two sets of badges."
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"Is there a problem?" Chen Che said coldly, "There are still two minutes until closing time. There's still time to place an order now."
The mall doors slowly lowered, customers poured out, and businesses closed one after another.
A young man, carrying full takeout bags in his hands, passed by a Korean restaurant and happened to meet his boss who was off work.
The man held up the takeaway bag high, and the kindhearted donor said, "Hey, please have some Heytea."
The shop owner expressed his gratitude in Korean and English, and silently gave him a good guy card in his heart.
Suck - take a shallow sip.
Hmm, tastes bland?
The boss opened the lid of the Heytea and confirmed again and again that this was a cup without lemon slices or toppings.
Muer.
Water.
There is nothing——
water.
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The badges were arranged in two rows, one above the other, filling up the hall like soldiers in formation.
The general, eager to share his wonderful shopping experience, opened WeChat.
Various group messages 99+.
[Zombie: Where are you? What time is it? Are you asleep? I'm flying next week and I'll go ice fishing with you.]
Chen Che ignored his childhood friend's message, and after scrolling down, he realized that he didn't have Chi Leyou's WeChat.
He opened his mailbox.
A "group photo of badges" was added to the attachment, but before sending it, the user pulled their finger back in time to stop the childish show-off.
Ten badges, two sets in total, someone would definitely be jealous when they see them.
Chen Che took out the Bobo Milk Tea badge alone, took a certification photo, and sent an email.
His fingertips circled the steering wheel.
He logged out of his mailbox and back in.
Mail: 0.
"Aren't you a student?" He straightened his lips. "Haven't you been abroad for many years? Haven't you developed the habit of checking emails all the time?"
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Chi Leyou brought out two plates of spicy rice cakes and a jar of kimchi, "Watermelon, it's time to eat."
"Shit, carbohydrates and nitrites..." Park Ye-jin kept muttering, but her hands were ahead of Chi Leyou, and she diligently put the newspaper on the small table.
The newspaper was brought from the next door.
The front page headline, with a large headline: Chinese film queen Aria Du signed books at the Pacific Mall. Fans from all over the world showed up and the scene got out of control for a while.
The newspaper quoted an Asian woman's face.
Chi Leyou, who hadn't watched Chinese entertainment for eight hundred years, glanced at the newspaper and said, "Hey, are our Chinese stars so powerful?"
"Hey, aren't you at Pacific Mall today?" Park Ye-jin asked.
"I went to work." Chi Leyou remembered that after work, he was dragged by his friends to see off a star, and then he connected it with the big star in the newspaper.
Park Ye-jin was heartbroken: "You didn't see anything clearly?!"
"My glasses are broken." Chi Leyou picked up the rice bowl. "I was very tired after work. I fell asleep while standing several times and was woken up by Aria's crazy fans."
A large lump of kimchi flew from the sky and hit Chi Leyou's rice bowl accurately.
Park Ye-jin picked up a piece of rice cake and chewed it. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, a major errata. This report must have been written by a foreigner with Asian face blindness."
"Ah?" Chi Leyou didn't understand.
"That's Lee Young-ae from Dae Jang Geum in the photo," Park Ye-jin said, swallowing a kimchi rice cake. "Ouni's acting is good, and she's pretty too."
"Ah? So what does Aria Du look like?" Chi Leyou had some impression of Aria. Her netizen Brook asked her if she was a fan of Aria. She replied that she was sorry she didn't know Aria.
It turns out that Aria Du is a big star who will appear in foreign newspapers?
"She is prettier than Lee Young-ae." Putting aside her patriotism, Park Ye-jin was as serious as a meticulous notary.
Chi Leyou's heart turned into a bright red arrow, piercing through the earth and pointing in the direction of the motherland. His blood flowed, filled with pride as a compatriot.
"So how's her acting? It must be amazing!"
Bang! A piece of kimchi fell onto the newspaper, and Park Ye-jin fell silent.
"Hmm... ? Is his acting just average?" Chi Leyou picked up a piece of rice cake.
Park Ye-jin tried to organize her words: "I think the new words you taught me can be used on her."
Chi Leyou: "Which word?"
Park Ye-jin pronounced the words clearly: "hua - flower, p-ing - bottle."
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