On the road, a small tricycle sped like the wind.
In just ten minutes, I arrived at the county town. A few minutes later, I stopped in front of a café in the north of town.
I jumped off the tricycle and walked into the store.
At this moment, there were many people inside the café, all dressed quite fashionably, with some even especially trendy.
Seeing me walk through the door, many people frowned slightly, showing a look of disdain.
This young man was actually quite handsome, but his attire was too rustic. Oh my! There was even mud on his pant legs!
Upon seeing the small tricycle outside, the crowd frowned even deeper.
"Where did this bumpkin come from?"
"He's just a country farmer! Since when did farmers start drinking coffee like us city folks?"
The people in the café whispered among themselves, their tone full of sarcasm.
In their eyes, drinking coffee was a symbol of sophistication and taste, and what would a country farmer know about sophistication!
