Walking beside the woman, I could even smell a faint fragrance, but it was definitely not the scent of perfume.
The room was somewhat dim. Compared to the old man's house, this one was darker, but it was kept very neat. It carried the same fragrance as well. I did not find the scent unpleasant; on the contrary, it seemed capable of calming one's mind.
The woman had us sit down on the sofa.
"Coffee or tea?" the woman turned and asked me, not even sparing the old man a glance.
"Either is fine. I'm good with anything."
"Then coffee."
She actually ground the coffee beans fresh. The aroma immediately filled the whole room, and mixed with the original fragrance, it carried a uniquely pleasant flavor.
Although she had not looked at the old man once from beginning to end, she ultimately made him a cup as well.
The old man did not dare reach out and touch the coffee cup on the table.
Because of what Ying Gou had said earlier, I was worried too. Naturally, I did not dare drink the coffee.
The woman looked straight at me, and her gaze made me feel a little guilty.
"Why aren't you drinking? Do you think my coffee isn't good?" the woman asked. For a moment, I did not know how to answer, so I could only force myself to pick up the cup.
Coffee ground and brewed by a skeleton frame—it made me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
"You can drink it. There's nothing wrong with this coffee." Ying Gou's voice rang out in my mind.
What the hell? There was nothing wrong with the coffee? Coffee brewed by a skeleton frame was actually fine?
But Ying Gou was the one who had said it, and of course