After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

The man carrying the guitar walked straight to the bar and asked directly in a cool voice:

"Boss Lan, has my singing spot been arranged?"

Lan Yujuan nodded quickly, "Of course!"

"Come with me!"

As she walked out from behind the bar, she turned back and gestured to Lan Qingqing to quickly pour water for Lin Feng.

Seeing this, Lin Feng picked up his water bottle, shook it, and politely declined.

"Thank you, but no need, I brought my own water."

Lan Yujuan was stunned for a moment, then she understood.

Lan Yujuan had also heard some of the rules and regulations in the singing industry:

For example, many singers worry that when they drink water outside, they might encounter bad people who secretly add something to their water.

For a singer, nothing is more precious than a gifted voice.

She led Lin Feng to the area diagonally opposite the bar, a spot visible from any table in the entire first-floor lobby.

A table was temporarily removed, a small area was enclosed with plants, and a high chair was added in the middle.

A row of spotlights was added to the top of the high chair, and there was a microphone and a stand for displaying sheet music in front of the chair.

They even thoughtfully placed a small table in an inconspicuous corner next to the wall, just big enough to hold a guitar horizontally.

"This is the place. It's a bit simple, please bear with me," Lan Yujuan said politely.

Lin Feng walked to this spot, stopped, and deliberately looked around. A faint smile finally appeared in his usually cool eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Lan, for your trouble!"

Boss Lan smiled and nodded. "It's alright, it's nothing."

Lin Feng then remained silent.

He walked directly to the table in the corner, put down the guitar bag he was carrying on his shoulder, and carefully took out his precious guitar.

After slinging his guitar over his shoulder, he naturally walked to the high chair, sat down, and started playing.

Lan Yujuan stood to the side and watched for a while, becoming more and more engrossed.

When the song ended, someone started clapping, and then thunderous applause erupted.

Lan Yujuan then realized that the coffee shop was unusually quiet when Lin Feng was playing the guitar.

And she stood there for so long without even noticing.

This made Lan Yujuan feel even more that inviting Lin Feng to sing at the coffee shop was a really great idea.

The café already had a lot of customers, but after Lin Feng came to perform there, the customers started taking photos and videos on their own and sharing them on various social media platforms.

In addition to customers who were already planning to visit the store, it also attracted a new wave of customers who came specifically to listen to music.

Even if there are no seats available after ordering coffee, it doesn't matter.

Someone was holding a coffee and casually found a quiet spot to stand.

Some people, after receiving their coffee, simply find a quiet corner and sit on the floor in the shop.

As the number of customers increased, the three baristas in the shop became increasingly busy.

However, the atmosphere inside the store became surprisingly harmonious, and it didn't feel noisy at all.

Even customers ordering at the bar subconsciously lowered their voices, afraid of disturbing the music playing nearby.

The busier they were, the more seamlessly the three of them worked together, and they even found a more reasonable rhythm in the midst of their busy schedules.

During a break, Qi Lei curiously inquired:

"Boss, on the day of the coffee competition finals, the organizers specially invited a star band from Beijing. Didn't the lead singer say they'd be coming to your shop to support you and exchange ideas in the next couple of days?"

"So, will they actually come or not?"

Lan Yujuan picked up her phone and glanced at it. In the blink of an eye, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

In the summer, the coffee shop closes at 7 p.m. every day.

"It's rush hour right now."

"The guests who were supposed to arrive this afternoon have already come."

"Who knows? They probably won't come..."

To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure herself.

Although the lead singer spoke with great conviction at the time, they didn't even exchange contact information.

It's not impossible that the other party might have something come up and be unable to get away, after all, even such a famous singer might not have free time.

As the two were talking, Lan Qingqing suddenly pointed to the door and said in surprise:

"Sis, look!"

"Who parked that Lamborghini right in front of our café?"

Lan Qingqing's voice caused a commotion near the bar.

Everyone's attention began to follow the direction Lan Qingqing was pointing, looking towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

The convertible Lamborghini had its driver's side door open.

Then a stylishly dressed young man wearing a hat and sunglasses came down.

After getting out of the car, the man first took off his sunglasses, then deliberately took a half step back and looked up at the sign first.

The three of them immediately recognized the person as the lead singer of the band who had said he was coming to the coffee shop to sing and help attract more customers.

The band's lead singer examined the signboard several times, still seemingly unsure, and then took out his business card from his pocket to compare it repeatedly.

Lan Yujuan raised her hand to her forehead, unable to bear it any longer. She immediately patted Lan Qingqing's shoulder and whispered, "..."

"Qingqing, hurry up and go out through the side door to check."

"Have him move the car to the parking lot first, then bring the person in."

What happened to keeping a low profile? Is this what you call keeping a low profile?

Lan Yujuan was genuinely terrified. If word got out that the old man outside had come to the coffee shop to sing, the number of customers in the shop would continue to surge tomorrow.

She originally thought that the store would be at its limit if all the seats inside and outside were filled.

I never imagined that people would still be willing to stand in the store today, or even sit in the corner to drink coffee.

If word really got out that a celebrity had been there, she was afraid that those die-hard fans would bring their own tables and chairs and camp out around the café.

Lan Qingqing acted quickly, nodded in response, and hurriedly went around to the side door.

About fifteen minutes later, the band's lead singer, carrying a guitar, walked in with an air of elegance, led by Lan Qingqing.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the lead singer had a fresh foxtail grass dangling from the corner of his mouth, which he must have picked casually from the roadside near the parking lot.

Upon entering the store, the other person was clearly also shocked, not expecting that such a small coffee shop could accommodate so many customers at the same time.

"Looks like your store is doing good business!"

Through the layers of people, the band's lead singer didn't immediately notice the person singing at the farthest point.