This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Su Wan's shoulders twitched, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You're really something... singing nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep..."

Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "As long as it can lull her to sleep, who cares what song it is."

Su Wan snorted and didn't reply.

Before long, her breathing gradually became even, and she curled up like a cat in his arms, motionless.

........................

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Zhou and his party returned.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Lin Feng got up to open it.

Old Zhou held a stack of bound contracts in his hand: "Brother Feng, it's signed."

Lin Feng took the contract and flipped through it—the terms were clear, all signatures were complete, and the landlord's information and a copy of the property ownership certificate were all included.

He closed the documents and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work."

Su Wan got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and walked over. She leaned close to Lin Feng's shoulder and glanced at the contract, then suddenly perked up:

"Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we go check out what the shop looks like?"

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, let's go."

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the shop entrance.

The storefront is even brighter than in the photos. The storefront is spacious, and although the floor-to-ceiling windows are a bit dusty, they should provide excellent lighting once they are cleaned.

One side of the exterior wall is covered with lush rose vines, with a few late-blooming flower buds interspersed among the green leaves, radiating a soft vitality in the sunlight.

As everyone was standing at the door discussing the interior design, the owner of the shop next door came over and struck up a conversation.

She was a woman in her forties with neat, shoulder-length curly hair, carrying a watering can for watering plants, as if she had just come out of the store to get some fresh air.

She leaned against her doorframe, glanced over a few times, smiled and greeted them, chatting casually about things like "What kind of business do you run?" and "When do you plan to open?"

Finally, she bent down to water the flowerpots by the door, and as she straightened up, she casually remarked:

"The previous owner of this shop was also a coffee shop, but they moved away after less than six months. You guys are really bold to take over this shop."

Upon hearing this, Su Wan immediately straightened her back: "They are them, and we are us."

Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry, and replied, "Have you tried the coffee from the last place?"

The female boss waved her hand: "I won't drink that stuff. It's bitter and astringent. What's so good about it?"

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the store.

The atmosphere in the group visibly sombered, and Old Zhou rubbed his face in frustration.

"It's all my fault for not investigating more thoroughly. That landlord was cunning too; he didn't mention at all that the previous place was a coffee shop."

Lin Feng walked over and patted Old Zhou on the shoulder:

"Relax. The last place went out of business because they didn't have coconut lattes."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up in unison, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air dissipated like a punctured balloon.

To be honest, before they tried the coconut latte, their attitude towards coffee wasn't much different from the proprietress next door—

Bitter, astringent, and pungent—nothing beats the comfort of drinking tea.

But everyone was stunned when they first tasted that cup of coconut milk coated with coffee that slid across their tongues.

So this is what coffee can be like: sweet and refreshing, smooth as a breeze, with a subtle caramel aroma in the aftertaste. You can't help but want a second sip after just one.

It's a flavor that captures your taste buds without requiring any coffee knowledge or tasting skills.

As long as customers still have tongues, this coconut latte will definitely sell.

Ah Ying clenched her fist: "That's right! We shouldn't let someone else's words affect our morale."

Ah Que chimed in, her eyes sparkling: "Once we've made a big sale, we'll give that neighbor's boss a good thrashing."

Su Wanqing cleared her throat and imitated the female boss's tone in a high-pitched voice:

"'I won't drink that stuff, it's bitter and astringent, what's so good about it?' — I saw that you were the one drinking the most!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and after they had laughed enough, their attention returned to the shop.

Aying walked to the outer wall, pointed to the dense rose vines, and asked:

Should we cut down these rose bushes?

Su Wan glanced at it and also thought the vines were growing too wildly, nodding in agreement.

Lin Feng shook his head, his gaze lingering on the vines for a moment:

"No need to cut them down. You don't know, in the human world, many shops plant roses along the walls, trim them to resemble human heads, and then draw a face on them. The line of people taking photos can stretch from one end of the street to the other."

He gestured: "The roses on our wall are growing just right. We can trim them into the shape of hair, draw a cartoon girl's face below them, and perfectly replicate it."

Su Wan's eyes lit up: "That's a brilliant idea!"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "I'll have Xiaorui draw it later. She's an illustrator, so it's a perfect fit for her."

Su Wan bit her lip lightly: "Then...who should we draw?"

"Just draw a cartoon girl's face."

"Oh," Su Wan responded, drawing out the last syllable.

Ah Que immediately understood the implication, her eyes darted around, and she replied with a grin:

"I think we could draw Sister Wan—she's the boss's wife, and she'll be the living advertisement for this coffee shop in the future."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of half-serious jealousy:

"If all the handsome guys in the entire Anning quadrant come here, wouldn't I be at risk of being cuckolded?"

Su Wan turned around and glared at him, spitting out:

"Who do you think you are? Although I, Su Wan, am a glutton, I have always been devoted to my feelings—unlike someone else."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's ears perked up, and they exchanged puzzled glances.

No, Sister Wan's words have a hidden meaning.

Lin Feng quickly coughed and said, "Ah Que is right, I also think we should draw the landlady!"

Su Wan tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"My husband is so sweet! So... how about we name the coffee shop?"

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Ah Que was the first to raise her hand: "How about 'Feng Wan'? Using the initials of the boss and his wife's names, how sweet!"

Su Wan immediately waved her hand: "They're here to drink coffee, not to be fed dog food by us, that's not right."

Xiao Ren pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"How about calling it 'Manyu Cafe'? 'Man' means romantic and carefree, and 'Yu' means a small island in the sea, implying that this shop is a gentle corner in the city."

Lin Feng nodded: "It has a bit of an artsy vibe, it could be a backup option."

Ah Ying cautiously suggested, "How about calling it 'The Coffee Shop Without a Name'? Doing it the other way around would actually spark curiosity and spread the word."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly: "Hmm, that's interesting. It could be a backup option."

Su Wan suddenly clapped her hands: "I've got it!"

"Rose Wharf".

She pointed to the rose vines on the wall, then gestured with her chin towards the sea not far away:

"With roses and the sea, the 'pier' itself evokes a sense of imagery and story."

"Customers sit in the shop drinking coffee, looking up at the sea, with roses blooming outside the window—could there be anything more pleasant?"

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that places called "Dock" were all pretty much the same – for example, Wanchai Dock was the king of dumplings.

He nodded, his tone crisp: "This is good."