When Chianti brought out those various bottles and jars, the entire room was instantly suffused with a mysterious and alluring atmosphere. Her movements were smooth and graceful, as if every detail had been meticulously designed. From her skillfully opening the bottles and precisely measuring each ingredient to the meticulous stirring of the coffee, every step demonstrated her respect and passion for the art of coffee-making.
However, just as she began making the second cup, the atmosphere underwent a subtle shift.
The first cup of coffee Chianti made was completely normal—a standard, delicious brew, overflowing with an aroma that made one's mouth water. But when she began making the second cup, a look of vengeful delight spread across her face. The expression was so abrupt and so intense that it inevitably made one wonder why.
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