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

Before she could finish speaking, Ah Ying slapped her on the back of the head.

"All six of them are S-rank? You want to die?!"

Ah Que clutched the back of her head and cried out, "Ouch!"

"I know it's impossible! I was just... just fantasizing!"

Xiao Ren hadn't fully recovered from the shock. She looked down at her phone, then looked up at Lin Feng's entire family, and sighed softly.

"I don't ask for much... I'd be content with just one-sixth of what Boss Lin gives me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Zhou slapped him on the back of the head, harder than Ah Ying's slap:

"What are you thinking! One-sixth? One in sixty thousand is enough for you to work your whole life for!"

Xiao Ren shrugged and stiffened his neck:

"Alright, I'll put the words 'Boss Lin' on my bedside tonight and pray to them every night before I sleep, hoping to be reborn as his son in my next life. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present instantly broke into laughter.

As the laughter subsided, A-Que suddenly patted Xiao-Ren on the shoulder with a serious expression:

"I support you! You should always have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between you and a salted fish!"

The laughter and chatter of the crowd drifted away on the sea breeze, making the lively scene particularly eye-catching.

In addition, the stunning and spirited two-dimensional mural of Su Wan on the exterior wall, with its lively and vivid imagery, firmly captures the attention of passersby.

The first person to be attracted was a young mother walking by with her child.

Her gaze fell on the "anime Su Wan" face, which was made of vines and paint, her lips slightly parted, and she didn't move for a long time.

"Mom, that lady is so pretty..."

The little girl next to her tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling.

The young mother didn't answer; she simply raised her phone and pressed the shutter button on the wall.

This action is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake—ripples spread out in circles.

First three or four people stopped, then seven or eight, and then a small group of people.

Some people were taking pictures with their phones, while others simply took out their cameras and squatted down to find the right angle.

Some people even started a live stream, excitedly shouting into the camera:

"Look, everyone! I've found an amazing wall of paintings! This is absolutely incredible! See for yourselves—"

Su Wan stood in front of the wall, where she was enthusiastically stopped by several young girls:

"Miss, is that a portrait of you on the wall? It's so beautiful! Can I take a picture with you?"

Su Wan paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Okay."

She stood in front of that wall, her reflection in the wall and her real self standing side by side, as if two souls from two different worlds were gazing at each other across the vines.

The sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly made it seem as if a small fan meeting was taking place right there on the street near Rose Wharf.

Soon, people noticed the words on the wrought iron signboard above the entrance: "Rose Wharf Cafe".

"Wait, is this a coffee shop?"

"When did this shop open? I've never noticed it before..."

"I see the interior is all renovated! The tables and chairs are all set up, so it must be open for business already, right?"

"Let's go in and take a look! After taking some photos, we can grab a coffee and rest our feet!"

The crowd began to surge into the store like a tide.

Ah Ying was still tidying up at the bar when she looked up and saw a huge group of people squeezing into the door.

She paused for a second, then instinctively straightened up: "W-Welcome..."

The young man at the front glanced around at the brand-new wooden tables and chairs and the warm yellow wall lamps, finally settling his gaze on the empty menu board behind the bar. He scratched the back of his head.

"Um... I'd like a cup of your signature coffee."

Aying opened her mouth, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards Su Wan at the door.

Su Wanke understood, and she quickly walked over, lowering her voice:

"Take every order as a trial run to build a good reputation."

Ah Ying's eyes narrowed, like a general receiving a military order, and she snapped her fingers crisply:

"Everyone, get to work!"

That shout was like flipping a switch.

The relaxed atmosphere at the end of the event was instantly replaced by a lively, bustling atmosphere, and the entire café immediately came alive.

Soon, the first coconut latte was ready.

"Coconut Latte." Ah Que placed the cup on the young man's table, adding with a smile, "This is our family's signature drink, it's really delicious."

The young man picked up his cup, looked down at it, then looked up at A-Que's overly confident smile, and took a small sip with a hint of suspicion.

Then—his pupils instantly brightened, and even his brows relaxed.

He took another sip, then looked up at A-Que, his voice filled with a simple, unadorned surprise:

"...It's really delicious!"

Several customers waiting for their orders glanced at him, and one of the young girls scoffed, whispering to her companion:

"Is it really that serious? It's just a cup of coffee, not some kind of magic potion. This is such an overreaction..."

His companion nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with mockery:

"It's probably a trick, a common tactic for new store openings."

When it was their turn, Ah Que served two coconut lattes as usual.

The young girl held the cup, with an expression that said, "Let's see how good this tastes." She took a casual sip.

Then she stopped moving.

At the same time, her companion also took a sip.

The two people's hands, which were holding cups, hung in mid-air simultaneously. Their expressions changed from nonchalant to astonished, and then from astonished to a state that was hard to describe, almost speechless.

The young girl picked it up again and took a big gulp.

This time she didn't speak, but her Adam's apple bobbed, and her eyes began to redden without warning.

Her companion next to her was even more dramatic—her eyes immediately welled up with tears, and the next second, a tear slid down her cheek and landed on the wooden table.

"Wow, this is absolutely the best coffee I've ever had, bar none!"

The air fell silent for a moment.

The people waiting for their orders looked at each other, their expressions gradually shifting from "watching the show" to a more eager "Is it really that exaggerated?"

One after another, the people behind them picked up their cups.

They were stunned one after another.

He raised his glass again and took another sip.

One after another, he showed that "pupil-wide shock" expression.

One little girl even put down her cup and started tugging at her friend's sleeve:

"No, no, no, this is too delicious! I have to ask them if they offer delivery..."

The young man finished his last sip, put the glass on the table, gave Ah Que a thumbs-up, and said loudly:

"I hereby declare this a divine coffee shop!"

"That wall was painted by a god, the coffee was made by a god—the proprietress is a goddess descended to earth!"

Upon hearing this, several guests around them laughed as well.

Even at 6 p.m., when the setting sun had painted the entire street orange-red, the long queue outside showed no sign of shortening.

Lin Feng walked out from behind the bar, stood at the door, raised his hands to the crowd, and made a "stop" gesture.

"Everyone—I'm very sorry, today was just a temporary trial opening, and it's already been long overtime. The store is simply too busy."

"Please understand, we'll stop here for today and close for the day."

He paused, then raised his voice:

"Rose Wharf Café will officially open in three days!"

"You're all welcome to come again then! On opening day, everything will be 30% off!"

The crowd dispersed, disgruntled.

Some people were walking and whispering to their companions that they should come early in three days to reserve a spot.

Some people simply took out their phones on the spot and posted photos of the wall and shop signs they had just taken, with the caption:

[See you at Rose Wharf in three days.]