Crazy Psychologist

Yang Xing's eyes followed Mu Chun and finally landed on the coffee machine. Yang Xing recognized the brand of this coffee machine. This was the coffee machine he had always wanted to own.

A classy boy like him naturally needs to have such a coffee machine at home. When the rustic Dr. Muchun thought of this, Yang Xing looked around the clinic. The walls were no different from those of ordinary hospital clinics. White walls and white ceiling.

The green plants are not particular, there is only a pot of half-dead plant leaning dejectedly on the window sill, and a gray bookshelf, like the file rack commonly used in offices, with double-open glass doors on top, two drawers in the middle, and below The door is made of very thin iron sheets and should only be able to store some information and the like.

Not to mention taste.

The tables and chairs were even more shabby. They seemed to be from the late 1990s. The wooden tables and wooden chairs had some faded paint and looked old and nothing to add to.

Even if it is old-fashioned or retro, it has a unique flavor. There are many online stores that sell retro products, clothes, accessories or furniture at high prices.

For example, furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties is very popular among independent designers, and is also very popular among Buddhist literary and artistic young people who pay attention to pastoral life. However, this table and chairs really have nothing to do with vintage. They are just old. They don’t have any book aroma from the Ming and Qing Dynasties or the literary and artistic temperament of the Victorian era.

Yang Xing looked at it for a few times, thinking that if he made it older or carved some scars, or repainted it, he might be able to pretend it to imitate the theme of "A Song of Ice and Fire".

However, only a tasteful and educated literary boy like him can study these things. I'm afraid it would be extremely difficult for such a nondescript doctor to think about these things.

Hey, it’s better not to force others to do something difficult.

Yang Xing coughed lightly and said politely: "Then I want a cup of coffee. What kind of coffee beans are used?"

When asked by Yang Xing, Muchun seemed to have difficulty pretending to be confused, "This."

Seeing that Muchun was most likely an outsider, the so-called Muggle who couldn't tell the difference between ground coffee and instant coffee. Yang Xing glanced at the coffee machine sympathetically and sighed softly, "Okay, you see Just do it.”

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

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

"Eh?" Muchun's hand had not yet left the paper tea cup. When he heard Yang Xing's voice, his hand froze in mid-air, and he turned around with a somewhat embarrassed expression and asked, "What's wrong with this?"

"Paper teacups are not suitable for directly receiving such coffee. Do you all drink coffee directly like this?" Yang Xing asked puzzledly, as if what he saw in front of him was an orangutan eating corn with its ears and an elephant eating corn with its trunk. It's like peeling melon seeds.

"There is a coating inside the paper tea cup, which is not good for your health. Especially if you pour hot water directly into it, the components produced after the coating decomposes will be harmful to your body when heated."

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

"Ah? I can probably understand. I don't seem to have learned about this ingredient in college. Did the chemistry teacher teach it?" Muchun answered stupidly.

All he wants to know now is that his right hand is still holding the cup, the cup is still on the coffee machine, and his left hand is on the button of the coffee machine. Next, Yang Xing won't let the coffee go into this cup, so what should he do?

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

"Then, do you want more coffee?" Muchun asked, maintaining the same posture as before.

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

Muchun nodded, "Probably so." Then he suddenly raised his voice as if he remembered something, "This is a hospital, don't worry about disinfection."

Yang Xing looked a little relieved and nodded slightly, "The pneumonia virus has been very popular in winter recently. Infecting the virus because of a cup of coffee is really not worth the gain."

"So, do you want some coffee?" Mu Chun 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, nor Americano with three times the water. Can this coffee machine do anything else?" Yang Xing asked.

Muchun took the disposable paper cup off the coffee machine, then lowered 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 to quickly make coffee.

Grumpy, rumble, rumble.

As the coffee machine made a sound, Yang Xing gradually closed his eyes gently, as if listening to a graceful musical instrument playing music.

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

Click, dong, hiss!

"Okay!" Muchun said.

"Ah, great, really great. The sound of this coffee machine is very good. It can score 80 points, no, 85 points in terms of mechanical operation. The quality of the coffee beans should also be able to score from the sound. The score is over 75 points. Although it is not a very expensive kind of coffee beans, from the sound of it, the sun drying and roasting have reached an above-average level." At this point, Yang Xing slowly opened his eyes, and then he did not look away. Instead, Xiang Muchun looked at the coffee machine and raised his right hand, like a conductor, raising and lowering his index finger slightly, and then made an almost inaudible sound with the tip of his tongue against the upper row of teeth - Ta!

Silence~

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

After listening to what Yang Xing said, Muchun 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 serve it to you?" Muchun asked, tilting his head.

"No, no, no!" Yang Xing waved his hands repeatedly and looked at Muchun with disgust, as if to say, "Why is there such an unscrupulous person holding a coffee cup now? It's just a waste of money."

"Then you want to get it yourself?" After Mu Chun finished speaking, he took a step back towards the table, leaving a clean and unimpeded path for Yang Xing and the coffee machine.