Han Yifan looked at the drip pot he took out and the special cup he prepared for brewing tea. Although compared to top-quality purple clay teapots and coffee machines, it was a bit lacking, but given the circumstances, having hand-brewed coffee and freshly brewed tea was already quite good.
"Hey, not bad, this guy’s really well-prepared. Let’s have a cup of coffee first, then so tea." Han Yifan never considered himself an outsider, sat down, and began to order. He even motioned for Shang Feifei to sit down as well: "What would you like? Don’t stand on ceremony."
Shang Feifei said, "Then I’ll have a cup of coffee, black coffee, no sugar, no milk, thanks."
To lose weight, black coffee is a great tool for reducing water retention and aiding digestion. Xia Siyu was different: "Give a mocha."
Mocha is high in calories; one cup can reach 500 calories. Bo Yan directly refused: "Can’t make it."
Xia Siyu was anxious: "My assistant’s not here!" She could drink it! Usually, whenever she had coffee, Wei Jingjing would catch her for a scolding, but now she could.
Bo Yan was calm: "No milk frother, no cream, can’t make it. Settle for a latte."
"Alright then." Xia Siyu looked disappointed.
The water boiled, and the coffee was ready. To be honest, because the beans were fresh, the taste was quite aromatic and rich, no worse than what so chain coffee shops sold. Manting wasn’t sour or bitter, but with a strong charcoal taste, it was very intense. When he used to be in the sa crew as Bo Yan for filming, Bo Yan didn’t often brew coffee. At that ti, Song Fengzhi handled his als and lodging, and she hadn’t seen him brew tea either.
Unexpectedly, he was excellent at brewing both coffee and tea.
Xia Siyu took a sip of coffee and picked a piece of green tea cake to eat. The filling had the fresh fragrance of green tea, sweet but not greasy, with a crispy fragrant crust, and tasted excellent.
She shook her lounge chair: "Isn’t this great? Sothing to eat and drink, plus you can look at the sky, watch the green trees, it’s very relaxing."
After finishing coffee, they brewed tea. Shang Feifei didn’t have the habit of drinking tea before, but after taking a sip, she was a little surprised: "So fragrant."
"Orchid Fragrance, a type of Tieguanyin. It’s like the scent of orchids in a secluded valley. This kind of tea is most suited for slow, small sips, savoring it gradually." Bo Yan, seeing her finish her cup, poured her another. Shang Feifei took another sip, and though not as aromatic as the previous coffee, it seed to have a mind-cleansing effect.
"Did Xia Siyu ask you to bring it?" Han Yifan suddenly faltered when he said this, noticing everyone else looking at him.
They all knew Bo Yan and Xia Siyu were a couple, but on the reality show, they were just "reserves." He didn’t an to ruin his friend’s situation but was just taken aback.
Shang Feifei reacted quickly: "It must have been too challenging last ti, so to prevent any issues this ti, they brought their own."
Although she didn’t know how Xia Siyu and Bo Yan tried everything to save money last ti, seeing the place they were staying in made it clear it wasn’t great, and the power was out. Power outages are quite rare in today’s society.
Han Yifan quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, we don’t know what the show producers have in store for us next. Today they let us take the subway, tomorrow they might ask you to buy breakfast, so it’s better to be more prepared."
After he finished, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, knowing people too well isn’t good, you might reveal sothing accidentally.
But Xia Siyu wasn’t worried at all: "When soldiers co, use generals to block; when water cos, use earth to cover. Apart from things that must be done, if you can avoid, why not?" She didn’t want to partake in any activities.
Even though the show producers deceived her, saying that choosing the right house might give her a 50% chance of living poorly, now it seed whatever she chose ended up fine. Occasionally visiting such places wasn’t bad.
Though Xia Siyu was usually quite particular, she also had her rits. In adverse situations, she remained carefree, and her natural deanor seed sincere and infectious. Even Han Yifan, who had just mocked them for staying in a bad place, now seed to appreciate the tranquility and nice environnt.
Let alone staying for two days, even for a long-term stay, managing this little courtyard could be quite pleasant. There’s a term, "contentnt in the midst of poverty," and that’s exactly how it felt.
**
But in the sa situation, replace it with Zhou Weiwei, and it would be different.
After two hours, getting on and off the vehicle multiple tis, a total of over thirty stops in a long trek, the two got off the bus. Exhausted and dusty, they knew they had to summon the energy to look for a new ho with a bright and vibrant deanor, which would attract fans. But the body had its own ideas; it was tired and unwilling to move. They weren’t as energetic as Xia Siyu, curious about everything new they encountered.
Finally reaching their place, they coincidentally ran into the departing senior couple. The seniors greeted them: "Arrived?"
Zhou Weiwei perked up: "Yes, just arrived."
Though the seniors also dealt with traffic, they were in a cab, which was still more convenient and comfortable than a bus, and faster. Arriving at the house first, they put their things down, and finding nothing to eat in the fridge, decided to go out shopping, bumping into them.
Zhang Wenyi asked: "How’s the place?"
The couple nodded: "Not bad, it’s a riverside unit with a view of the river."
The two breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Weiwei wanted to live "cozy and comfortable," and Zhang Wenyi wanted to live "close to the water." They really achieved their wishes.
But after the couple left, and as they continued forward, they noticed the signs seed to lead toward the river.
They looked back, feeling that a riverside unit’s location shouldn’t be here. But the signs clearly pointed forward, so they had to brace themselves and walk further.
Reaching the riverside, with the wind howling, they looked around and saw a solitary little wooden cabin by the river with their TV station’s small sign faintly attached.
Zhou Weiwei and Zhang Wenyi exchanged glances: "No way!"
Their house was right by the water, a little wooden cabin by the river. Usually, it was rented to people who ca here to fish. From the outside, it was well-built, and the interior setup, to be fair, was much newer than the run-down courtyard Xia Siyu stayed in, which had a history of hundreds of years.
However, it was definitely not as comfortable as a modern riverside apartnt. The room’s furnishings were all wooden: wooden beds, wooden chairs, and it was small in size. Also, with the river flowing by, the house was very damp, and there was no air conditioning in sumr; it was a bit stuffy, slightly slly, and there were mosquitoes. Zhou Weiwei barely settled in before her arms were attacked by countless mosquito bites.
Considering that they had to wake up early to buy breakfast for the two seniors tomorrow, Zhou Weiwei felt an urge to cry but no tears.
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