She still goes home and sleeps before opening a new article, writing a million-length novel slowly and earning a few more months of full attendance is a down-to-earth survival rule.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed his mood became. Liu Cancan picked up the glass with water droplets on the surface. The sour ice of the lemon tea was really chilling.

So chilling, one million yuan! A small city buys a house, decorates it and adds electrical appliances, and all that is left is the wealthy who do not work and live as a dead house.

Missing it, her heart really hurts.

Write it down, write down this feeling of heartache, the emotional scenes in the next time you write abusive articles will be realistic enough!

The occupational disease of the code word suddenly broke out, and Liu Cancan put down the glass and started to pull out the computer notebook, ready to write down this heartache.

"Boom—" Thirty yuan was half scattered. The rest of the lemon tea was in the same mood as hers. She was embarrassed on the table, and she also dirty the ground, eyes, and heart along the table.

"Oops." Holding the computer she took out, she stood up and took a step back.

The riotous noise made caused all kinds of glances in the small cafe.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up." The fashionably dressed girl in the cafe walked out of the bar with a rag and mop and started to clean up.

"Sorry, I'll order another cup of lemon tea." Liu Cancan, who was standing stiffly in place, was suddenly very sad when he watched the little girl squatting with a rag to press the residual juice.

The service industry is like this, and her code is also a kind of service industry.

"It's alright." The cafe girl raised her face and gave a bright smile to the guests who made up their minds for another drink.

"You are so beautiful!" Liu Cancan blurted out without thinking.

"Ah! Ah, thank you." After cleaning up, the little girl got up, her cheeks flushed, and she shyly took away the glass on the table.

"Guest, your cell phone!" He suddenly exclaimed, still lying beside the lemon tea, the most important item of modern people.

"Forget it, it's alright." Liu Cancan, who was holding her meal, took out her mobile phone in disgust, and she looked unlucky when she saw the mobile phone that conveyed the bad news.

"Don't move, I'll help you to dry it, you can sit in the front." This is the first time the cafe girl saw a customer whose mobile phone was wet and not nervous. She glanced at the suitcase in front of the table, the other party estimated If you are a foreigner, how troublesome it would be if your mobile phone suddenly broke when you went out.

"If it breaks, repair it in time, and it is also convenient for you to make various payments when you go out." The coffee girls who have read countless customers can see that the customers in front of them are worried.

"Well, thank you." You still need a mobile phone to buy train tickets by car. Liu Cancan quickly handed the phone to the other party.

"You will use the computer to sit in the first two seats. The sockets are close to each other. Clean the phone and bring it to you." Seeing the customer holding the computer tightly in both hands, the service-spirited little girl said intimately.

"I'm really sorry, I don't want lemon tea. Add a cup of hot latte for me. My heart is cold now." At first, it was polite, but now it is really necessary. Liu Cancan moved her steps. At this moment, it's better to drink a warm refreshment. .

"Okay." Sending this unhappy guest a sunny smile, the little girl thought it was really strange, how can modern people casually use the adjective that they are cold-hearted. Still, it's fun.

There are twos and threes of customers passing by. This cafe is on the first floor. It is not as big as a commercial one, nor is it a miniature like a private house, but it is very high.

The position on the left against the wall is a long sofa that can look at each other. The back of the sofa is too high to cover it, so there is no need for curtains and green plants to cover it.

The right side is full of two people who can be spliced ​​at will. The decoration is retro, but it is not like some cafes with all kinds of retro and cumbersome decorations.

There are no floor-to-ceiling windows to the outside, but there is plenty of light. The retro style is from blues music, rugs, wallpapers, utensils for drinks and desserts in one go, without the nondescript discomfort, and the deliberately old and decadent taste.

Love to observe the environment is also a daily habit of codewriters, because all the materials that may be written in the plot of the novel can be turned into money!