Seeing how familiar the two were, Song Mai swallowed back the words she was about to say and didn't interrupt their conversation.
Only after the two had finished their conversation did the old lady smile and look at Song Mai.
"Do you two know each other?"
Song Mai nodded:
“He is my boss. We came here on a business trip together. I just didn’t expect to run into him here.”
It's 3 p.m. now, the time when people are most tired.
The old lady stretched and turned to sit down in the rocking chair next to her.
“I see you don’t seem to know much about coffee beans, young lady. Since you know each other, let him introduce them to you. He’s an expert in this field, no less than I am. Let this old woman take a break and just pick whichever you like. You’re his colleague, and you’ve come all this way, so consider this a small gift from me as a souvenir. Next time you’re on a business trip to the West, just come visit me.”
Song Mai was about to say no need, she could pay herself, but the old lady had already fallen asleep in an instant, still clutching the blanket in her hand.
Song Mai sighed helplessly, took the blanket from her hand, and gently covered her with it.
After she finished doing all this, Ji Fenghe lowered his voice and gave a brief introduction to the various coffee beans in the display case next to him.
After finishing his introduction, he seemed to realize that such an introduction wouldn't be very helpful in selecting coffee beans and he didn't know how long he would have to keep going, so he turned his head and glanced at Song Mai.
What kind of coffee do you usually like to drink?
Song Mai was listening intently to his introduction, and just as she was beginning to realize that selecting coffee beans was indeed an art, she heard him suddenly say this.
She quickly explained, "I didn't drink it; I bought it as a gift."
Ji Feng nodded and continued to ask:
"What are the preferences of the person you're sending it to?"
Song Mai understood that giving gifts to people meant they had to suit their preferences and tastes, otherwise it would be a waste of money. However, she really didn't know what kind of gifts Chu Xing liked.
She often saw him drinking coffee, but she never asked him what kind he drank.
Seeing her remain silent for a moment, Ji Fenghe glanced at her.
"have no idea?"
Song Mai felt a little embarrassed.
"Um……"
Ji Fenghe thought for a moment and then asked in a different way: "Does he prefer hand-ground coffee or coffee machine-ground coffee?"
Song Mai: "..."
She still shook her head. She had only ever seen the finished coffee, never witnessed Chu Xing making it, and had no idea when he made it.
Ji Feng was speechless at Song Mai's complete ignorance.
"If you don't know anything, why do you insist on giving her coffee? Why not choose something else? Coffee is hard to drink if it doesn't suit your taste. Why don't you go look around somewhere else and stop wasting your time here?"
With that, he lifted his leg to leave.
Song Mai naturally knew he was right, and that it was her own lack of understanding and inadequate research that made her realize that she had come all this way and that the store was so famous. She was unwilling to leave empty-handed after finally finding it.
"Um, please wait a moment."
She hesitated before calling out to Ji Fenghe.
The man turned and glanced at her.
"Is there anything else?"
Song Mai fidgeted with her clothes, looking a little embarrassed.
"It's my fault, but I'd still like to trouble you to help me choose one that suits the general public's taste and won't go wrong. Although I don't know much about his favorite flavors, I know he often stays up late and often drinks it when he works overtime in the morning and evening, so it must be to keep him awake."
She had just listened to Ji Feng's introduction to those coffee beans. Although he didn't say much and only introduced a few types, every sentence he said was very useful. In just a few words, he clearly introduced the name of the coffee beans, their origin, roasting process, flavor characteristics, and whether they were suitable for hand grinding or machine grinding. She felt that she had benefited a lot from listening to him.
Indeed, as the shop owner said, he knew a lot about it, which was why she wanted him to help her choose. It was better than her picking randomly on her own.
Song Mai wore a beige knitted wool dress with a pure white coat and matching ankle boots. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with embarrassment, and her red lips were tightly pursed. She looked charming enough with just a little makeup.
She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had naturally fair skin without a single blemish on her face. She was slender and graceful, with a perfect height of 1.68 meters—not an inch more or less.
Individually, none of her features are particularly perfect, but when put together, they are surprisingly harmonious. Her grape-like black eyes appear resolute and stubborn when she is serious, and incredibly sincere when she smiles, making people feel very warm. When she stands there without saying a word, she exudes a scholarly air.
At this moment, in the middle of the display case, the woman shyly made a request to Ji Fenghe. The man's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and a glint seemed to flicker in his eyes.
He stopped, but didn't come back. He simply said in a calm tone:
"Then I suggest you choose Blue Mountain or Mandheling. Both of these have a wide appeal. From your description, your friend should be a very hardworking person. Both of these are popular among elites. They have a rich and complex flavor. Toraya is also good, but it is a bit more acidic than Mandheling."
Of course, you don't necessarily have to choose just one; you can choose several to take home and try. This way, you're less likely to make a mistake, and you can also enjoy them yourself.
At this point, he asked again, "What kind of coffee do you usually drink?"
Song Mai coughed twice, embarrassed.
Nestlé.
Ji Fenghe: "..."
He remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again:
"You can try Yirgacheffe and Kona; their flavors are fresher and purer, which is more popular with girls."
Song Mai sincerely thanked the man for his professional recommendation.
"Thank you so much. I'll treat you to a meal sometime to express my gratitude."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Ji Fenghe said rather bluntly, "Now's the time, I happen to be a little hungry."
Song Mai was taken aback, not expecting this man to be so direct.
But then I thought it was a good thing; the favor was repaid on the spot, saving us from having to sit down for a meal together again later, which would be even more awkward than today.
"Okay, please wait a moment, we'll leave after I finish shopping."
In the end, Song Mai bought one bag of each of the recommended products, including Jifeng.
She wanted Chu Xing to choose first, and the rest could be given to Su He and Tang Lanlan.
She herself wanted to keep a bag to try.
Finally, she filled a large bag with her own bulging flesh.
The shop owner, however, was still unconscious.
Song Mai glanced at the old lady who was still fast asleep, then looked at Ji Fenghe with some difficulty.
Do you know the price? How much do I need to pay for these?
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