When Cheng Lang returned to the milk tea shop, Shen Huaiyu was sitting behind the counter, reviewing his lessons while tending to business. It was the evening rush after classes and work, and there were especially many customers coming for milk tea. Quite a few online users had come after seeing it on the trending searches. They had originally wanted to find out what Forest Style Milk Tea actually tasted like, but the moment they entered, they saw the milk tea shop owner, who was even more strikingly handsome than television celebrities. Their hearts fluttered, and even the tiresome wait in line somehow became more bearable.
Cheng Lang bypassed the long queue and walked straight behind the counter. "Have you eaten dinner?"
Shen Huaiyu shook his head.
The customers in line recognized Cheng Lang as the boss who particularly loved performing crosstalk and immediately gasped. "Cheng Lang, we like you!"
Cheng Lang glanced at the inexplicably excited customers and said with a smile, "Thanks. I like you too... especially the money in your pockets."
The customers burst out laughing. Then they shouted, "Cheng Lang, your crosstalk is so good!"
"I especially love hearing you perform crosstalk!"
"Will you perform crosstalk in the milk tea shop?"
He obviously would not.
Cheng Lang patiently answered a few questions before taking Shen Huaiyu out for dinner.
Shen Huaiyu discussed something with Cheng Lang. "I want to set up a stove outside the milk tea shop and boil Big-Bowl Tea."
Lately, Shen Huaiyu had been wholly focused on researching new Milk Tea Paste and Milk Tea Powder products. Whenever he had free time, he went to Xuanpu Tea House to discuss new product development with Old Luo. As the weather grew colder, Xuanpu Tea House had set up a Big-Bowl Tea stand at its