The waiter, wearing a red vest, replied somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have orange juice here."
"Then kiwi juice will do."
"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any either."
"Grape juice."
"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any either."
"Lemon juice." Ling Moyuan's patience was wearing thin after hearing that string of "no."
The waiter looked at Mo Jing with a very unpleasant expression, his face full of distress. Finally, he had no choice but to turn to Ling Moyuan's slightly cold face and say, "Sir, this is a coffee shop." The implication was that a coffee shop would never have juice like this.
Ling Moyuan didn't look at the waiter, but said coldly, "When you run a business, you should know how to observe your customers and meet their needs. If one of the two people who come in today is allergic to coffee, would you just serve her coffee? A variety of preparations will make your store feel more humane. On the contrary, if you only know how to stick to one thing and never change, then this business will never grow big."
The waitress's face flushed red and then turned pale. This handsome gentleman was too cool and aloof, even though she seemed to think there was some truth to what he said.
Mo Jing seemed unable to bear the waiter's awkwardness any longer, and said in a somewhat reassuring way, "It's alright, drinking a little coffee won't have any effect. Don't worry about it."
"Take her coffee back and give us two glasses of water." Ling Moyuan was very stubborn about Mo Jing's health and wouldn't budge an inch. "By the way, disinfect your sweaty hands twice before you take it."
The waiter, who had just turned around to pour some water, almost stumbled and fell when he heard Ling Moyuan's words. How could he know that his palms were sweaty?
Mo Jing smiled, a rare moment of joy, and suddenly felt that Ling Moyuan, who appeared cold on the outside, was actually quite cute.
This was the first time Ling Moyuan had seen Mo Jing smile seriously. Before, her smiles were always cold or sarcastic.
However, she was clearly laughing at herself, asking, "What are you laughing at?"
"Because you're cute." For some reason, Mo Jing blurted out her thoughts, then regretted speaking so quickly. Men don't seem to like being called cute, especially a proud and aloof man like her; he probably dislikes it even more.
Hearing no response from the other side, Mo Jing quietly raised her head to look at Ling Moyuan.
Suddenly, the disbelief in his eyes deepened, and he quietly widened his gaze. His sharply defined face still held a calm expression, like a king looking down upon all living beings, so why were his ears red...?
"Ahem, tell me what you want to see me about?" Ling Moyuan felt a little embarrassed by Mo Jing's blatant gaze. His usually calm face turned even redder, but his ears turned bright red. He quickly coughed twice to change the subject.
"I'd like to ask you for a favor." Mo Jing felt that only he could help her with this matter; she didn't know why, but that was just how she felt.
Just then, the waiter brought over two glasses of water, placed them in front of the two of them, and left without lingering for a moment. She was truly afraid of that sharp-tongued man.
The two officially got down to business. Mo Jing told Ling Moyuan about the matter she had asked him to do, and Ling Moyuan, who had initially been embarrassed by his red ears, looked increasingly displeased as he listened.
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