Chapter 23
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“Where did you get the money to be able to live here?” When Mo Fei came to pick up her daughter, she saw Yang Yi’s new address and looked at Yang Yi suspiciously.
No wonder Mo Fei is suspicious. What kind of place did Yang Yi live in before and what kind of place does he live in now? Don’t mention Yang Yi, Mo Fei herself is a little jealous!
“Mama, don’t scold papa. Papa says you can live here, too!” Xixi hurriedly ran over, holding her mother’s long legs to persuade her.
“Who wants to live here?” Mo Fei was stunned and said.
With the disposition of the previous Yang Yi, Yang Yi was really not used to this bad-tempered woman. However, it seems that after a few days with Xixi, Yang Yi’s edges and corners become less sharp.1
Looking at Mo Fei’s appearance, he just frowned and had no intention of quarrelling with her.
He opened a drawer, took out the lease contract and handed it to Mo Fei. “Well, I’m lucky to rent it for only a dollar! I met a good man.”
How could Mo Fei believe such a good thing? She frowned and looked at the lease contract over and over again, but there was nothing wrong with it.
Finally, Mo Fei gave up. She reluctantly handed it back, but still asked suspiciously, “Why are you renting such a big house?”historical
Yang Yi showed her too much change this time!
Is this still the same simple and sincere Yang Yi? Or the Yang Yi that is unrepentant and stubborn enough that made her stomp her feet?
“To open a coffee shop!” Yang Yi said.
Coffee shop? You? You do not even drink tea, and just drink boiled water. Open a coffee shop? Mo Fei felt her vision darken, and she asked angrily, “Do you even know what coffee is?”
Yang Yi speechlessly said, “Don’t underestimate people, will you? Why don’t I make you a cup of coffee?”
“No thanks, I don’t drink instant coffee!” Mo Fei snorted.
Yang Yi was too lazy to bicker with her and turned to the bar. There is a small bar in the restaurant on the second floor. In the past, the old man used to drink wine. As the saying goes, a person who drinks red wine and played classical music was elegant. But now, Yang Yi temporarily occupied the nest and put on his own utensils for preparing coffee beans.
Initially, Mo Fei’s cold eyes were filled with distrust, but gradually they were replaced by surprise.
Yang Yi grinds the coffee beans carefully with a manual coffee grinder. During the whole process, his movements are very delicate, not as rough as beginners.