Chapter 3 Chapter 3 How do you want to talk?
After several days of high temperatures, the town was like a giant steamer.
After Qiao Zhuo finished his meal outside, he walked back a few hundred meters and felt a tightness in his chest. Fortunately, the new air conditioner was powerful and he felt better when he entered the room.
"Brother Zhuo, the guests have been waiting for a while." Xiao Luo gestured to the boy sitting on the sofa.
Qiao Zhuo looked over and his forehead twitched: "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two." The boy stood up.
"He showed me his ID card, and he's indeed an adult," Xiao Luo chimed in. "He just looks a little young."
Qiao Zhuoyi stretched out his hand: "ID card."
The boy took out his phone and handed it over slowly: "I don't have the original, but I have a picture."
Qiao Zhuo took a quick glance and his face darkened slightly: "The picture is useless, give me the electronic ID card."
"Huh?" The boy lowered his eyelashes. "No, there's no electronic one. The picture is quite clear."
Qiao Zhuo opened a lollipop, crunched it, walked inside, sank into the massage chair, and said nothing more.
The young man twirled the corners of his clothes with his hands.
Xiao Luo came over and said, "Electronic methods are convenient too. We can use Zhixbao or 123x6 in just a minute and retrieve it instantly. Don't worry, we won't use your ID card to do anything bad; we just want to make sure."
The boy lowered his head.
Xiao Luo looked at the picture again and said: "No, buddy, you are using photoshop to fool me!"
"Get lost," Qiao Zhuoyi casually threw the stick of the lollipop at Xiao Luo, "If it happens again, you'll get lost too!"
"Brother, let's go." Xiao Luo almost knelt down.
The young man slowly walked out of the door and turned his head again.
"Don't watch it anymore. Let's talk about it when we're adults." Xiao Luo said bitterly as he saw the guest off. He turned around and was hit by a tissue again. "Brother, I was wrong!"
"If your brain doesn't work, burn it in the furnace!"
Minors often try to get away with it. Qiao Zhuoyi has emphasized many times that they must be cautious. I don’t know what’s wrong with this kid recently. His mind has not been on his work.
"I'll definitely pay attention next time!" Xiao Luo came over, "Brother, how about I ask the next customer if it's convenient for him to come earlier? So we can finish breakfast earlier..."
"Are you busy?" Qiao Zhuo glanced at him. The other party laughed, and he sighed. "Ask."
The guests were nearby and arrived quickly.
This time, Xiao Luo carefully confirmed: "Brother, it's okay. This guy looks pretty cool, I guess he can tolerate pain well."
I am quite tolerant.
Not a single howl.
Tears streamed down his face.
He sobbed and his chest heaved violently.
Qiao Zhuo kept telling people to relax, so if someone came over now, they would think he had done something to them.
"What's wrong, Boss Tan?" Xiao Luo opened the door when he heard a knock.
Tan Du smiled broadly, and without crossing the threshold, he politely asked, "Boss Qiao, what's going on?"
When Qiao Zhuo heard the sound, he didn't turn around, but just felt suffocated.
This guy is really crazy. Why doesn't he just mind his own business? He has to get involved.
"I'm getting a tattoo," Xiao Luo asked. "What's going on?"
"It's our store anniversary, so I'm giving you some coffee coupons."
Xiao Luo's eyes lit up. He hadn't had that drink a few days ago and he was still thinking about it.
TD’s stuff is good, but because of his boss, he can only go there secretly, like a thief.
Tan Du gestured for him to turn sideways, quietly stuffed a wad of cash into his pocket, and then said loudly, "You can give it to customers who come for tattoos and use it directly as cash."
Qiao Zhuo raised his head. He was wearing a mask, so his lips were straightened and pursed. His brows were already on the verge of anger. The newcomer raised his hand tremblingly and said weakly, "I, burp, I, want to drink something with bubbles. Is it okay?"
Being stared at by a big guy like Lao Fan with eyes as wet as a blanket, Qiao Zhuo's scalp tingled and he shouted outside: "Give the guest a glass of bubbles!"
Xiao Luo was slightly surprised.
Tan Du replied loudly: "Is Americano ok?"
"Okay!" Qiao Zhuo shouted, "Close the door, the heat is coming in."
Xiao Luo did as he was told. Before closing the door, he quickly stuffed a voucher back in: "Boss Tan, add a latte."
Tan Du didn't answer, but smiled and nodded to show that he understood.
But within five minutes, there was another knock on the door.
Qiao Zhuo put down the tattoo machine and said weakly, "Will you calm down after drinking? You're shaking like that, you might not be able to finish it before dark."
The guest took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"
This time it wasn't the fox who came back, but Xiao Lu, the fox's right-hand man. I don't know what he was whispering to Xiao Luo, but the tray in front of them obviously contained food for the two of them.
Xiao Luo held a cup in his own hand and said with a smile: "The other one is yours, Brother Zhuo."
Qiao Zhuoyi: "If you don't want to eat it, take it away."
"That pudding is pistachio flavored, brother, isn't it your favorite?" Xiao Luo picked up the spoon and tapped it lightly on the pudding. The pudding bounced back, emitting the aroma of pistachio paste.
Qiao Zhuo pursed his lips: "You said that?"
"No!" Xiao Luo stood at attention and defended, "I have principles!"
"Principles?" Qiao Zhuo saw through him and said, "Put down what you have in your hand."
Xiao Luo quickly slurped it up, put it down and pushed it to the corner of the table.
"Pfft..." The customer laughed out loud. Boss Qiao glanced at him, then he gulped down half the cup and said, "I'm ready! I definitely won't... anymore!"
"Take it."
Boss Qiao gave another order, his thick eyelashes blocking his gaze that was fixed on Pudding, and he turned back to work.
Xiao Luo quickly took the tray away. Over the sound of the machine running, Boss Qiao snorted heavily.
The customer finally stopped sobbing, and Qiao Zhuoyi threw his whole attention on it. After finally finishing, he almost straightened up and threw away his gloves. He asked, "How does it feel?"
Guest: "Very, very dead."
Xiao Luo smiled and handed him a half-cup of drink from the refrigerator: "Drink it first and then I'll take a picture of you."
The customer drank it quickly and let out a long sigh. He then picked up a small cake beside him, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It tastes good. Boss Qiao, why don't you cooperate with the coffee shop? I see they have a WeChat official account. If we cooperate, they can also promote you."
"What's the promotion?" Qiao Zhuoyi asked, "Get a free tattoo when you buy coffee?"
The guest choked: "...That doesn't seem realistic either, haha."
Tattooing is a personal hobby. Some people pursue uniqueness, some seek the pleasure of pain, and some call it art. No matter which one it is, it seems that it cannot be associated with a coffee shop.
Boss Qiao hates that big-tailed wolf, but he won't take advantage of him.
The customer happily posted a tattoo of a nine-square grid on his Moments and enthusiastically praised the delicious coffee downstairs.
Xiao Luo silently gave a thumbs up and quickly sent the person out.
"What's going on?" Qiao Zhuo collapsed on the sofa and found that the blanket next to him was a little wet.
"The boy accidentally spilled some water earlier, and I forgot about it." The phone rang, and Xiao Luo rushed over to answer it, saying hurriedly, "I'll take it out to dry later."
Since he had nothing to do, Qiao Zhuo walked to the balcony with a blanket in his hand. He shook the blanket with one hand, spread it out like a net, and hung it over the railing, and thin papers fell down in a flurry.
"What the hell?" He leaned forward and grabbed a voucher amid the thunderous scolding of old man Guan downstairs. When he saw that it was a voucher, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
Old Man Guan also noticed it, and he stabbed the ground with his cane, raised his head and roared at him: "Little bastard! No manners! No quality!"
"What's wrong, Grandpa Guan? Why are you so angry?" Tan Du heard the voice and came out.
Old Man Guan was filled with righteous indignation: "Xiao Tan! Look, all your kindness has been wasted!"
Tan Du picked up the voucher and glanced at it, then looked up. Qiao Zhuo opened his mouth, and the old man Guan next to him yelled, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Tan, I'll take care of it for you! I was always wondering if someone with a tattoo could be a decent person! It's so unbecoming!"
This sounded familiar. Qiao Zhuo sneered, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"Your bullying of Xiao Tan has something to do with me!" Old Man Guan rushed forward fiercely, "You little idiot, just wait!"
Tan Du hurriedly pulled him aside: "Not really, not really. I'll just go talk to Boss Qiao."
"No need to chat! I'm just an eyesore! What TD?! Unsubscribe!"
Qiao Zhuo slammed the door shut and bumped into Xiao Luo who rushed out. The latter took the initiative to stand by the wall as punishment, "Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry, I just stuffed it in there..."
"Get out." Qiao Zhuo closed his eyes.
"No, brother! I, I will never drink again! Don't chase me away..."
Qiao Zhuo rubbed his ears and said, "Don't you want to leave work early?"
"Ah? Oh, oh, off work, off work." Xiao Luo thought he could go explain to Tan Du, but Qiao Zhuoyi said in a gloomy voice, like a fortune teller, "You are not allowed to talk to someone named Tan."
"……knew."
"Do you really understand?" Grandma Xu poked Old Man Guan's forehead with her finger. "Repeat it!"
"I really know! Mind your own business!" Old Man Guan shouted in a low voice.
"How many times have I told you that young people in the building should handle their own problems! Why are you rushing up there?"
Grandma Xu was urgently pulled away from the card table by Xiao Lu, otherwise Old Man Guan’s crutch would have hit the gate of Guiyi by now.
"I just saw that Xiao Tan was being bullied!" Old man Guan glared at Xiao Lu secretly, asking you to tell tales!
Xiao Lu hid behind his boss. Tan Du waved at him, and he tactfully went behind the counter.
"Xiao Tan is such a grown man, and you can't handle it? Are you taller than Xiao Tan or more aggressive than that tattooed young man? If a fight breaks out, will Xiao Tan protect you or himself? You're only growing older, not smarter!"
Old man Guan moved behind Tan Du, shrinking his neck little by little.
Grandma Xu: "Thousand-year-old turtle!"
Old Man Guan immediately stretched his neck, and Tan Du was poked in the lower back. He smiled and took the water that Xiao Luo brought: "Grandma Xu, take a sip and relax."
Grandma Xu took a sip.
Tan Du handed over another piece of mung bean cake: "This is a new product in our store. Please try it and give us some suggestions."
"It's not too sweet or greasy, and it suits young people's tastes," Grandma Xu shook her head. "I like the ones with real mung beans in them."
"Okay, let's improve it," Tan Du handed over two bottles of sparkling water. "Take these and drink them. I guarantee you'll win big tonight!"
"Then I won't be polite!" Grandma Xu pulled him aside. "The old man is a fool. Please keep an eye on him. Call me if you need help. If Xiao Qiao really goes too far, tell Grandma and I'll go find the landlord..."
"No need," Tan Du said with a smile, "It's all a misunderstanding, right, Xiao Luo?"
Xiao Luo was sneaking down the last step under the angry stares of an old man and a young boy next to him. He was caught off guard when his name was called. He opened his mouth, but felt a chill on his back. In order to save his life, he rushed out.
"Look at this!" Old Man Guan shouted, "How rude!"
"Why are you yelling? You're the only thing that scares people!" Grandma Xu walked over and twisted his ear. "You keep repeating the same few words over and over again. If you're not embarrassed, then I'm the one who's embarrassed! Go back and cook!"
Gulu——
Being angry is also a physical activity.
Qiao Zhuoyi stood up while touching his stomach. He opened the refrigerator and saw the green little thing inside, and his forehead twitched.
"Depend on!"
"That's too much!" Xiao Lu muttered, "Brother Tan, Boss Qiao has really gone too far this time! I..."
Tan Du looked at him and said, "Why, you want to go up and fight too?"
"He looks like a veteran. I can't beat him, but why don't we do anything? Just let him bully us?" Xiao Lu waved his hands quickly.
Tan Du took a big step back and lowered his eyes, thinking about something.
"Brother Tan, what are you doing?"
"I'm afraid you'll fan me and catch a cold."
"...Brother Tan, where are you going?" Xiao Lu watched the boss retreat again and again and had already opened the door.
"Go talk to someone." Tan Duhui.
"Going upstairs? I'll go with you... Oh shit!" Xiao Lu bumped his head against his boss's back, followed his gaze, and met the person on the stairs.
Qiao Zhuoyi folded his arms condescendingly and asked, "How do you want to talk?"
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