This was a café. Without a doubt, this was a café.
Cheng Tian sat stiffly in his chair, looking at Old Master Su, who wore a gentleman's suit and studied a newspaper with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, and Xiao Ye, who stood respectfully beside him. The corners of his mouth could not help twitching.
Why was Old Master Su here?!
"Hmm?" Seemingly noticing that Cheng Tian had not moved for quite some time, Old Master Su lowered his newspaper. "What's wrong, Xiao Tian? Is this sort of black coffee not to your taste?"
"Ah, no..." At that, Cheng Tian hurriedly picked up the black coffee before him and took a sip. Because he had been a little too hasty, the coffee scalded his lips, but he swallowed it anyway. As the piping-hot coffee went down his throat, its rich aroma, coupled with a bitterness that nearly overflowed his chest, almost made him spit it back out. Still, he forced himself to swallow.
Old Master Su watched Cheng Tian swallow the coffee with a smile. "I didn't expect a young man like you to come to a café for coffee, too. This black coffee is quite bitter, but its aftertaste lingers wonderfully. I thought you might not be used to it."
"Hahaha, I do have some now and then." Cheng Tian scratched his head with a smile. In his previous life, when he had been a corporate workhorse at a sweatshop company, coffee had been what kept him alive. But he had always drunk instant coffee. This was his first time coming to a proper place like this.
It was dinnertime now, and he still had to return for evening self-study later. As a member of the School Team, Cheng Tian did not need to attend classes.