A sophomore in college starts by getting a marriage certificate with a female CEO.

"...It's alright."

Lu Yang coughed lightly and said this.

"good?"

Xia Ning gave an "oh," seemingly not quite satisfied with the answer.

"Um, okay...it's actually quite pretty."

Lu Yang finally revealed his true thoughts.

Xia Ning was satisfied and tugged at Xia Qing's sleeve: "Sis, take a look too, you look adorable right now!"

"Need not."

"Just take a picture..."

"Need not."

Xia Qing refused decisively; she couldn't bear to look at herself in her current state.

Lu Yang quickly coughed again and got back to the point: "Alright, let's start the actual combat now."

"Okay, okay!"

Xia Ning nodded like a chick pecking at rice, looking like she was listening attentively to the lesson.

Xia Qing stood to the side, looking straight ahead, her expression becoming serious.

Lu Yang took out the tea base he had prepared in advance and began to explain the process.

He demonstrated as he spoke, his movements were very nimble.

"Add syrup according to your sweetness level: three syrups for full sugar, two syrups for 7/8 sugar, and one syrup for 5/6 sugar. You'll memorize this later, just remember it for now."

Xia Ning took out her phone, opened the notes app, and started taking notes, while Xia Qing listened.

"Finally, add ice, pour into a shaker, put on the lid, and shake thirty times."

Explanation complete.

Lu Yang pushed the shaker cup in front of Xia Ning.

"Here, you try it first."

Xia Ning nodded, then gripped the shaker with both hands and shook it vigorously.

She probably didn't have enough strength; after shaking it a few times, the rhythm went out of control, and the lid wasn't holding the cup tightly. By the tenth shake, the lid suddenly came loose.

"ah!"

The tea inside sprayed out instantly.

It splashed on half of Xia Ning's hand.

She stared blankly for two seconds, then turned to look at Lu Yang.

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

Lu Yang handed her a tissue: "Make sure the lid is closed tightly, and press it before shaking."

Xia Ning dried her hands and started over.

She sealed it tightly this time, but shook it too hard and her wrist angle was off, and the shaker almost flew off. She quickly grabbed it with both hands and hugged it to her chest, looking like she had caught some kind of treasure.

Lu Yang sighed.

Never mind, let's take it slow.

Xia Qing stood to the side, watching Xia Ning's flustered appearance, and her lips twitched.

It's a very small fluctuation.

But Xia Ning caught it.

"Sis, what are you laughing at?"

Xia Ning held the shaker cup, her face slightly flushed.

"I didn't laugh."

"Nonsense, you clearly laughed!"

Xia Qing turned her head away, her expression immediately returning to normal.

Xia Ning quickly put the shaker back on the table, put her hands on her hips, and raised her chin at Xia Qing.

"Sis, you give it a try!"

Xia Qing glanced at the shaker cup, then at the tea stains that had been splashed everywhere.

"I don't need it."

"What do you mean by 'not using'?"

Xia Ning tilted her head and looked at her: "Sis, you're not afraid you'll get it too, are you?"

The voice just fell.

Xia Qing took a step forward.

Clearly, her strong competitive spirit instantly ignited her desire to win.

Lu Yang made way for her, reassembled the shaker, tightened the lid, and pushed it in front of her.

Please begin your performance.

Xia Qing reached out and picked up the shaker.

The difference can be seen from the way they hold the cup.

When she picked it up, Lu Yang assumed she would be more adept than Xia Ning, since she was an athlete and had more strength in her hands.

However, Xia Qing's situation was exactly the opposite.

She's incredibly strong.

She gripped the shaker tightly, piling all the ice cubes to one end.

Xia Qing shook it again, but still too hard, causing the ice cubes inside to clang loudly.

Xia Ning held back her laughter, but her eyes betrayed her.

Having no other choice, Lu Yang took the other person's hand himself.

"Hold it like this."

The moment Lu Yang's hand touched her, Xia Qing's body tensed up instantly.

It wasn't the normal tension, but rather a conditioned reflex of muscle contraction.

She has always had this problem: her body reacts before anyone touches her.

Last time, Zhou Yu was thrown off his feet along with the flowers because of this.

But this time, the reaction stopped there.

Lu Yang didn't notice; he simply adjusted her grip on the cup and corrected the angle of her wrist slightly: "It's too stiff. When you're shaking it, your wrist needs to be flexible, not just rely on brute force."

Xia Qing looked down at her hands and remained silent.

Lu Yang released his grip and took a step back: "Try again."

Xia Qing gripped the shaker firmly again, this time with less force, and started shaking it.

The rhythm was much more stable than the first time, and the sound of the ice cubes was more even.

"Yes, that's it." Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction.

Xia Qing shook the cup and then quickly put it back on the table without saying a word.

Xia Ning was slightly surprised when she saw this.

She was surprised not because Xia Qing shook the rocks better than she did, but because Xia Qing didn't move at all!

From childhood to adulthood, no one but herself could touch her older sister.

Besides Zhou Yu, there was another senior who accidentally touched Xia Qing's wrist before, and she flicked him away on the spot. He then had to spend more than a week in the hospital afterward.

But just now...

Lu Yang grabbed her wrist directly.

Xia Qing remained silent.

However, Xia Qing herself clearly knew better than her what had just happened.

She adjusted her skirt again, placed it awkwardly on the counter, and tried to cover it up by acting as if nothing was wrong.

Her ears were a little red.

Xia Ning turned around and continued her research into her great project of shaking cups.

Then Lu Yang began to explain the other procedures.

He explained each step in detail, from sealing the package to attaching labels, and how to confirm the sweetness and ice amount with customers, speaking slowly and deliberately.

Xia Ning took it very seriously, typing out a long list in her memo, glancing up every now and then to check, as if she were memorizing it by rote.

Xia Qing didn't remember a single word, but she listened to every single thing Lu Yang said.

Remember the movements during training, not by taking notes, but by thinking of them.

This is muscle memory developed by a student at a sports school.

After explaining the theory, Lu Yang asked the two of them to each make a complete cup.

Xia Ning went first. This time, the shaker didn't fly out or splash, and the bottle was sealed. However, she stuck the label on crookedly at the end. She stared at the crooked sticker, thought for a moment, and decided to pretend she didn't see it.

"Boss, it's ready!"

She pushed the cup towards her, looking like she was asking for credit.

Lu Yang glanced at the slightly crooked label, said nothing, took it, and took a sip.

"It's one level too sweet."

"Also, there's this label."

"I understand, I understand!"

Xia Ning pouted, snatched the cup back, turned around and re-attached it, but as expected, she couldn't fool anyone.

It was Xia Qing's turn.

She was slower than Xia Ning when she did it, and she would think about each step before moving on.

The cup shakes steadily, seals neatly, and the label is affixed perfectly.

Lu Yang took it, took a sip, and nodded: "Okay."

Just two words.

Xia Ning was a little sad.

"Boss, you're being unfair..."