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Chapter 108 Password

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    The latest "online order to store pickup" function of a certain coffee chain store is a bit interesting.

    Originally, this is not a special idea. I have seen similar services elsewhere. The interesting thing is that when you pick it up at the store, you need to report a unique password for picking up the order.

    Tried it two days ago.  There were still about two blocks away from the store, and I placed an order online while waiting for the traffic lights.  After paying the money, a page popped up with the password in bold and black: everything grows.

    It seems to be the name of a movie, I haven't seen it.

    When I arrived at the store, I walked to the counter, and there were several rows of ready-made coffee on the table shelf.

    "Everything grows," I said to the barista.  Wei Wei is a little embarrassed, but luckily she doesn't want to sing a song or read a poem.

    The barista smiled, glanced at the rows of coffee, took out a cup and handed it to me, "Goodbye."

    There are four big characters printed on the body of the cup: All things grow.

    This speed, this efficiency, well, you win.

    In addition to the growth of all things, I saw some other passwords: birds singing and cicadas singing, a toast to the moonlight, suddenly happy, like summer, koi carp

    It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I lived on the third floor and my cousin lived on the first floor. We played together all day after school.  My mother felt that this would affect my piano practice, so she ordered me to finish practicing before I could play with him.

    So I secretly discussed with my younger brother. When he heard me playing the song "Woven Worker" downstairs, it meant that my mother was not at home, and he could go upstairs to find me with confidence

    The piece is not long, just enough for him to climb from the first floor to the third floor, poking a round head and a smug smile from outside the door.

    Until one day, when my mother came home early, she sat by my side and stared at me practicing the piano, and suddenly said: "Come on, play that song "Woven Girl Worker" for me" (Remember the website URL: www  .hlnovel.com
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