Ah Xing, carrying the local specialties prepared by the female lead, set off again full of energy.
The midday sky over Penglai Island is quite flamboyant, a crisp and clear blue. Large, fluffy clouds, as if melted by the sun, stretch across the sky like tattoos, floating in mid-air and casting shadows that shimmer on the sea as flowing white streaks.
Occasionally, two or three seagulls would glide diagonally across the sky, the air currents cut by their wings seemingly carrying a translucent scent of sea salt.
A blue sky, seawater brimming with white waves, a roaring white cruise ship carrying Ah Xing, dressed in a blue dress, departed from Penglai Island.
The female protagonist waves at the dock, watching the cruise ship shrink before turning back. There she encounters lost tourists who are looking for Ono's coffee shop based on an online video.
She led the tourists to Ono's café, which was much busier than before. It was no longer just locals who came to support her; there were also many tourists and people who had been living on the island for a while.
With some curiosity, she ordered a coffee and dessert and sat on the soft sofa in the coffee shop, looking at the round window specially cut out of the stone wall, which was decorated with many seashells.
The dappled sunlight filtering through the window frame swayed with the leaves outside, like dancing an unknown dance on the white floor. Ono's coffee shop had its door tightly closed, with customers occasionally opening and entering. The hanging seashell wind chimes tinkled as the door opened and closed, mingling with the hissing of the coffee machine behind the bar, like a little tune of leisurely life.
In a wicker chair by the window, a tourist in a floral shirt is stirring an iced latte with a straw. Water droplets condensed on the pretty glass wall drip down his fingers onto the straw placemat, creating tiny dark dots.
On the magazine rack in front of the bar were several nautical magazines with curled corners. The customers who had just come in were looking at the covers with curiosity while ordering, and then they looked past the magazines and exclaimed as they looked at the white bird that was flapping its wings outside the window.
A series of small shouts erupted in the coffee shop, followed by the clicking of various mobile phones. Everyone was both surprised and afraid of disturbing the birds.
Ono, wearing a blue apron, is making pour-over coffee. Ice cubes in the cup are poured with steaming coffee liquid, melting into the shape of an iceberg, and the light brown coffee liquid flows slowly down the "volcanic slope".
The coconut water taken from the freezer was steaming, and the central air conditioning above was slowly blowing cool air. In the closed space, the aroma of roasted coffee beans, the salty smell of sea salt brought in by customers, and the fragrance of flowers mingled together.
The afternoon sun slanted in, refracting rainbows onto the glass jars on the corner of the table. The fishing net-shaped lamps hanging from the ceiling and the decorative seashells piled in the corner made the whole coffee shop seem like a ship leisurely drifting at sea.
Island life is like oatmeal soaked in milk until soft, or a cappuccino with milk foam. Take a small sip, and white foam will fill your mouth; every sip is the languid feeling of the island. Your thoughts can't help but drift away, and your body will unconsciously relax.
Just like the slogan next to the nautical chart on the wall, "The waves are calm today, perfect for daydreaming."
Summer is both long and seemingly short, always slipping away unnoticed amidst afternoon naps and drowsy head-shaking.
When you realize you're wearing short sleeves and your arms feel cool from the wind, the sweltering heat seems to exist only in your memory.
Sister Mei's grocery store has just started selling pears; it's that time of year again to "moisturize" the body.
After Ah Xing returned, the two began to contact each other frequently again. Ah Xing mentioned that she had ordered a mint honey lemonade, but it wasn't as good as the one she made. She said she wanted to come back for another cup next time.
She shared that she was tidying up her house and getting the necessary documents in preparation for turning the old house into a bed and breakfast, and Ah Xing gave her suggestions on the decoration.
She posted a picture of the rock sugar pear and white fungus soup she made herself. Ah Xing, who was far away in the city, ordered a cup of it. The two of them, separated by thousands of miles and the internet, tasted and shared the flavor of their respective rock sugar pear and white fungus soup.
Ah Xing complained that the pear drink in the takeout wasn't exactly okay, just average. It was palatable, but the pear didn't have the aroma of a real pear. He even quipped to himself, "This is all a product of modern times. You can have it in half an hour with just a few taps on your phone. What more could you ask for?"
Sister Mei's rock sugar pear and white fungus soup wasn't too sweet. Uncle Chen said after drinking it that it's healthier if it's not too sweet. Xiao Ye seems to be researching a new autumn-themed coffee menu. The female lead, on the other hand, prefers the sweeter rock sugar pear soup. Life always needs a little more sweetness.
In autumn, there is the fragrance of osmanthus. It seems that the greenery and flower varieties on the island have increased because of the lively crowds, just like the flowers have gathered together to see what the human excitement is all about.
Uncle Chen is very skilled at processing tea leaves. He made some oolong tea himself, and the female lead added some osmanthus flowers to make a cup of osmanthus oolong tea.
The sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafts from the tea, lingering around the tip of your nose. Close your eyes and take a gentle sniff; the cool sea breeze carries the abundant osmanthus blossoms, as if you've accidentally stumbled into a rain of osmanthus petals.
Oolong tea seemed to have been overshadowed by osmanthus. The capricious osmanthus petals floated on the amber-colored tea, their pale yellow petals swaying gently. Some of them, filled with tea, drifted to the bottom of the cup, like jellyfish in the sea, floating and swaying.
When there was only half a cup left, she added some milk and honey, stirring gently with a spoon as she watched expectantly as the two colors blended together until they were completely indistinguishable.
The initial taste, when heated to a slightly warm temperature, is sweet and creamy, with a subtle hint of osmanthus fragrance. Upon closer tasting, there's also a hint of orchid. The honey added later doesn't overpower the tea; instead, it acts as a balancing agent, softening the astringency of the tea and enhancing the floral aroma. The sweetness is palpable on the tongue, yet its origin is elusive.
Even at the very end, you can feel the refreshing sweetness of the oolong tea, its rich texture caressing your throat like silk. Adding a little sea salt changes the taste completely, like osmanthus blossoms falling on the milky base of oolong tea in an autumn sea breeze.
[Three minutes! I need to drink osmanthus oolong milk tea right now!!!]
[Three minutes! I need my sea salt osmanthus oolong milk tea!!]
【(*￣rǒ￣) Aren't you all making wishes in the comments?! Order whatever you want!】
【No way!!! o(╥﹏╥)o Why don't any of these drink shops have this?! Don't they even care about making money?!】
[Hehe, I ordered it!! Feiyang Milk Tea, hehe, I wonder if Feiyang Entertainment knows that someone is opening a milk tea shop under the Feiyang name o(*￣︶￣*)o]
【Huh?! My home happens to be within the delivery range!! Good news, my order has been placed!!】
[No way! Everyone wants to drink this so much?! (Homemade Sea Salt Osmanthus Oolong Milk Tea Photo.JPG)]
[Okay, okay, those with good hands-on skills are already drinking it themselves, and those with money are already getting their hands on it with a few clicks. I'm different; I'll be drinking milk tea online!! Everyone, don't be shy about sharing your pictures, flood me with them!!!]
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