Du Ming heard this and was a bit puzzled, stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What? What did you just say?"

  "Hey, look at you, acting like you're so tough? You even dared to provoke the coffee shop's barista? If you're really that capable, why don't you go make a cup of coffee yourself? I'd love to see if you can do better than the barista! Otherwise, just shut up!"

  Du Ming raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying "Ah, you mean that? That's nothing."

  Du Ming looked at Jin Ling'er and asked, "Do you want to drink authentic coffee?"

  Jingle's eyes sparkled as she said, "Of course I'd like to if you can really summon it."

  "Alright, I'll go get a cup of coffee for the flower of the police force. Otherwise, I'd be too lazy to move."

  Du Ming stood up and walked in front of the service staff at the counter.

  The waiter flashed a courteous smile and said, "Hello sir, what can I get for you?"

  Du Ming said casually, "Oh, it's like this, I want to borrow your kitchen for a while."

  The waiter was taken aback for a moment, still maintaining his professional smile, but with a hint of puzzlement, and asked, "Sir, what do you want to use our kitchen for?"

  Du Ming said, "I want to personally make a cup of coffee for that beautiful lady over there. Don't worry, I will still pay for the coffee as usual."

  The waiter shook his head and said, "Sir, we have the best baristas here. If you need anything, just let us know and we'll get them to make it for you."

  "Tsk," Du Ming said impatiently, "the barista level here is really average. I studied for two months in Italy and my skills are already better than your baristas. It would be strange if they could meet my requirements."

  "You," the waiter heard this and got a bit angry, after all, openly saying that the coffee shop's barista was not skilled was equivalent to smashing their sign.

  At this time, a barista in the back kitchen happened to bring out a cup of well-adjusted coffee. The waiter pointed at Du Ming and asked for help from the barista, saying, "Mr. Shen, this gentleman said that our cafe's baristas are not skilled enough and cannot meet his requirements. He wants to go to the back kitchen to make the coffee himself."

  The barista was taken aback, a look of displeasure clearly appearing on his face, and he said haughtily, "Nowadays, anyone thinks they can make their own coffee. Do they think it's that easy?"

  Du Ming didn't refute the barista, but smiled and leaned against the counter, tapping on the table, saying, "What? Is my request too excessive? Are you afraid of letting customers take a look at the back kitchen?"

  "How is that possible!" Before the waiter could respond, the barista exclaimed excitedly, "You're not coming to the back kitchen? Fine, come on in! I'd love to see what kind of authentic coffee you can make and say my skills are no good!"

  At this time, Jin Ling'er and Qi Dingkai had already walked over, wanting to see how Du Ming made coffee.

  Du Ming and the barista's argument also attracted the attention of many others in the coffee shop, with many people unable to help but curiously glance over, while some even walked over and called out, "Hey? I want to take a look too!"

  The barista waved his hand and shouted, "Come on in, let me see what you've got!"

  Du Ming calmly walked past the counter and into the kitchen.

  Jin Ling'er curiously followed Du Ming, Qi Dingkai closely followed Jin Ling'er, and several guests who wanted to watch the excitement also followed them in.

  Du Ming walked into the back kitchen and looked around in all directions.

  The back kitchen of this cafe is not bad, the place is very large, the equipment and everything are all complete, the raw materials look good in quality, although they are not top-notch, but it's still okay.

  Du Ming nodded and said, "Yeah, this environment is okay, it doesn't affect our performance."

  The barista sneered and said, "Huh, wait a minute, if you can't even make anything, are you going to say it's all because of our poor environment that you can't make authentic coffee?"

  "No, no, no," Du Ming hurriedly waved his hand and said, "What I mean is that although the environment here isn't great, it's still passable. A normal barista wouldn't be affected by this place, so if your coffee turns out like that, it clearly shows that you're not skilled enough."

  "Hey!" The barista's eyes widened in anger, and it took him half a day to speak up. He shouted, "You're just all talk! You can only spout nonsense here without any proof. If you're really capable, go make the coffee yourself!"

  Du Ming walked to the table and took a look at the materials on it, puckered his mouth and shook his head, muttering to himself, "This coffee was mediocre from the grinding stage, no wonder it didn't turn out well later. Forget it, I'll start over myself."

  The barista was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but couldn't think of anything to say to refute Du Ming. He could only glare at him silently, waiting to see what he would come up with.

  The several guests who came later looked at Du Ming's pointing at the rivers and mountains, and they all started discussing, "Hey, is this kid so powerful?"

  "No way, he just knows a bit about coffee to show off, how can his coffee-making skills be better than a professional barista?"

  Ji Dingkai heard a few people talking and immediately shouted, "Of course! What can this guy do? I don't believe he can make coffee!"

  Du Ming certainly heard the conversation of these few people, but didn't bother with them. He washed his hands and picked a handful of cleaned coffee beans from the basket of raw materials, then walked to the grinder and carefully ground the coffee beans.

  Du Ming ground it very finely and after a while put a small cup of well-ground coffee powder on the table.

  The barista couldn't help but take a closer look at the coffee powder in the cup, and was stunned to find that it was indeed very fine and even. At first glance, the technique was very professional.

  But the barista would not give up so easily, thinking to himself that this was just the first step, and he wanted to see how his opponent could do better than him!

  Du Ming didn't care about the barista's inner thoughts, glanced at the cabinet next to him, took out a large box of milk from it, and poured the milk into the French press, filling it up to about half.

  Du Ming covered the kettle's lid and quickly pulled out the spout, moving so fast that everyone could hardly see.