"Hehe, you won't do it for me, huh? Then I'll do it myself."
Before long, the young man from earlier came over carrying a wooden tray. On it were a cup of green tea, two sugar cubes, a cup of plain water, some ice, and a small cup of espresso.
"Hello, sir." As he spoke, the young man bent over and placed everything one by one on the table in front of Su Yang.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"By the way, I don't need the sugar. Take it back."
"The sugar tastes great in green tea."
"Add it to the tea?" Su Yang asked, stunned.
"Yes." The young man smiled faintly.
"Uh... The cultural difference really is huge. Anyway, no thanks. I prefer it unsweetened."
"Alright." The young man picked up the sugar cubes and prepared to leave.
Before he could go, however, Su Yang picked up the ice on the table and poured it into the cup of plain water. Then he poured the espresso in after it.
The young man's eyes widened, and he froze. "This..."
Su Yang smiled, picked up the spoon beside the teacup, stirred the drink, and looked at the young man. "Now it's an Americano."
"Uh... Please enjoy."
If he hadn't seen the Patek Philippe on Su Yang's wrist, he would have rolled his eyes.
After the young man left, Su Yang picked up the coffee and took a sip. He nodded. "Mm, that's the stuff!!"
He didn't care about other people's opinions. Drinking an Americano in Europe was considered a waste of good coffee by the locals. Some even felt that people who drank Americanos didn't deserve to drink coffee.
But Su Yang couldn't care less. He drank whatever made him comfortable.
In his eyes, an iced Americano was just like an iced