Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 504 between drinking coffee and listening to coffee

Yang Xing's gaze followed Mu Chun, and finally landed on the coffee machine. Yang Xing recognized the brand of this coffee machine, and it was exactly the one he had always wanted to own.

A boy with such taste like him naturally needs to have such a coffee machine at home, and this rustic Dr. Mu Chun...... Thinking of this, Yang Xing looked around the following outpatient rooms, walls and ordinary hospitals The clinic is no different, with white walls and white ceilings.

I don’t pay much attention to green plants, only a half-dead plant, Cui Tou, is leaning against the window sill dejectedly. The gray bookshelf looks like a file rack commonly used in offices. There are double glass doors on the top and two drawers on the bottom. Down is the door made of very thin iron sheets, which should only store some materials and the like.

Not to mention taste...

The tables and chairs are even more shabby. They seem to be wooden tables and chairs from the late 1990s, with some faded paint on the surface. They look old and have nothing to add.

Even if it is old and retro, it has a special taste. There are many online shops that sell some retro products, clothes, accessories or furniture at high prices.

For example, furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties was very popular among independent designers, and it was also favored by Buddhist literary youths who paid attention to pastoral life. But this table and chairs really have nothing to do with these vintages, except that old is old, there is no book aroma from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and there is no literary and artistic temperament like the Victorian era. Sculpt some scratches, do some repainting, maybe be able to pretend to replicate the theme of A Song of Ice and Fire.

However, these things can only be studied by a literary boy with taste and culture like him. I am afraid that it is as difficult as heaven for such a non-distinctive doctor to think about these things.

Hey, it's better not to force others to make things difficult.

Yang Xing coughed lightly, and said politely: "Then I want a cup of coffee, what kind of coffee beans do you use?"

Asked by Yang Xing, Mu Chun seemed to have difficulty pretending to be confused, "This..."

It can be seen that Mu Chun is probably an outsider, that is, the so-called Muggle who can't tell the difference between ground coffee and instant coffee... Yang Xing glanced at the coffee machine sympathetically, and sighed softly, "Okay Well, you can figure it out."

When Mu Chun heard that he stopped asking about the coffee beans, he smiled happily, and took a paper cup and put it on the coffee machine.

"Wait a minute." Yang Xing suddenly shouted, "This won't work, it can't be like this."

"Eh?" Mu Chun's hand hadn't left the paper teacup yet, when he heard Yang Xing's voice, his hands froze in the air, and he turned around with a bit of embarrassment and asked, "What's wrong with this...?"

"Paper teacups are not suitable for drinking coffee like this. Don't you all drink coffee like this?" Yang Xing asked puzzledly, as if what he saw in front of him were orangutans eating corn with their ears, and elephants with their noses Like peeling melon seeds.

"There is a layer of coating inside the paper tea cup, which is not good for the body, especially if you pour hot water directly into it, the ingredients produced after the decomposition of this coating are harmful to the body when heated."

Yang Xing explained to Mu Chun eloquently and seriously, and then looked at Mu Chun with an expression that seemed to say, "Can you understand?"

"Ah? I can probably understand it. I don't seem to have learned about this ingredient in college. Was it taught by the chemistry teacher?" Mu Chun replied stupidly.

All he wanted to know now was that his right hand was still holding the cup, the cup was still on the coffee maker, and his left hand was resting on the button of the coffee maker. Next, Yang Xing won't let the coffee be put into this cup, so what should he do?

"It's okay, not everyone understands such a simple truth." Yang Xing spread his hands helplessly.

"So, do you want coffee?" Mu Chun asked, maintaining his previous posture.

Yang Xing looked at the coffee machine, then at the shelf next to him, pointed to one of the blue cups, and said, "This blue ceramic cup is very suitable. This cup has been sterilized, at least It’s guaranteed to be food-grade sterilized.”

Mu Chun nodded, "It should be." Then he suddenly raised his voice as if remembering something: "This is a hospital, so don't worry about disinfection."

Yang Xing looked a little relieved and nodded slightly, "Recently, the epidemic of pneumonia virus in winter is very severe, and it is really not worth the loss to get infected with the virus because of a cup of coffee."

"So, do you want coffee?" Mu Chunke asked again politely.

"Of course, please give me a cup of coffee in a blue ceramic cup. By the way, I don't want espresso, and I don't want Americano with three times the water. Can this coffee machine do anything else?" Yang Xing asked.

Mu Chun took the disposable paper cup off the coffee machine, then hung his hands to his sides, cleared his throat, turned around, took the blue ceramic cup from the shelf, put it on the coffee machine, and pressed the button for quick coffee making.

rumble rumble rumble...

With the sound of the coffee machine, Yang Xing gradually closed his eyes gently, as if he was listening to a graceful instrument playing music.

Mu Chun leaned against the coffee machine and looked at Yang Xing. Yang Xing didn't care that he was being watched, as if he was in his own home. He was enjoying the music at the moment.

Click, boom, hiss!

"Okay!" Mu Chun said.

"Ah, it's great, it's really great. The sound of this coffee machine is very good. It can score 80 points in terms of mechanical operation, no, 85 points; the quality of coffee beans should also be rated from the sound. More than 75 points, although UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is not a very expensive kind of coffee beans, but from the sound, it sounds that the sun and roasting have reached above-average level." Speaking of this, Yang Xing slowly opened his eyes , Then he didn't look at Mu Chun, but watched the coffee machine raise his right hand, like a conductor, slightly raised and lowered his index finger, and then made a barely audible sound with the tip of his tongue against the upper teeth—da!

silent~

Five seconds later, Yang Xing smiled and said to Mu Chun, "Okay, now—this cup of coffee is officially finished."

After listening to what Yang Xing said, Mu Chun turned around and looked at the blue coffee cup on the coffee machine and the coffee with a dense layer of light brown foam floating in the cup...

"Then, shall I bring it to you?" Mu Chun asked with his head tilted.

"No, no, no!" Yang Xing waved his hands again and again, looking at Mu Chun with a disgusted face, as if to say, "Why is there such a careless person, serving a coffee cup now? It's simply a waste of money."

"Then you want to get it yourself?" After Mu Chun finished speaking, she took a step back towards the table, leaving a clean and unobstructed path in front of Yang Xing and the coffee machine.