Rebel Demon King

Chapter 51 Gold Bartender (6)

Lazy jazz roams in the ambiguous air, some people are playing a simple dice game in the dim light, some are chatting happily, some are staring at the street scene outside the window in a daze, and some are looking at the bar with excitement and pride someone pretends to be B
Naturally, some expressions are twitchy.

After pouring the least glass of wine, Cheng Mo then poured the next two glasses into the 40ml and 50ml stainless steel double-headed measuring cups with cheers and applause. One has to be amazed.

The spotlight above the bar emits dim light, the silver double-headed measuring cup filled with liquid, the crystal cocktail glass exuding colorful light, and Cheng Mo's slender and white hands form a picture full of literary and artistic flavor.

There was thunderous applause, and among them, there were not many people who were very lively here and came to watch the melon eaters.
Under the light, Cheng Mo's face was jade-like, gentle and quiet, and he was really a slender youth. He said to Wang Yifan, "This gentleman, as a bartender, needs the same precision as a doctor." After a short pause, Cheng Mo said lightly, "I don't use a measuring cup because I don't need it."

Cheng Mo finished his words in a cold and slow manner. Suddenly, a group of women in front of the bar burst into thunderous applause. Several female drinkers sitting in the front row were already red-eyed. Such a gold medal bartender is really cool. There is no end.

Among them, the one who applauded the most was Sister Sun. While applauding, she said loudly: "Someone is really a frog in the bottom of the well. He doesn't even know that there is a sequence of hearings, and he specializes in art, and he still thinks he is right."

Wang Yifan was slapped in the face by Cheng Mo's "slap". Legend has it that there are bartenders who can measure accurately, but they are all international leaders. It is unknown whether the young man in front of him is an adult or not. How is it possible to do it? This kind of thing can only be done by an old driver who has passed the international A1 driver's license?

But the loser is not the loser. Although Wang Yifan's face was red and white at the moment, he could only pretend to be calm and snorted: "I underestimate you!" Then, ignoring Sister Sun's cynicism and applause, he took the Looking at the wine list, he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Bring me a glass of god father, let me see if your bartending level is as high as your pouring level."

Then he took out his wallet, put it on the bar, patted the bulging wallet and said arrogantly: "If you do a good job, there is a reward."

Cheng Mo replied with an expressionless face: "Dear sir, I said at the beginning that our bartenders use wine to heal people's hearts. I don't think you are suitable for drinking wine like god father, a pure man!"

When Wang Yifan heard Cheng Mo mocking him for not being a man, the smug expression on his face froze, and he raised his voice and said, "This is how you treat guests in your bar? Are you insulting your guests?"

Cheng Mo calmly looked at Wang Yifan and said, "The base wine used in this wine is scotch whisky and almond liqueur. The mellow aroma of whisky and the bitterness of almonds have reached a balance point under the adjustment of ice. The mouth is bitter and the aftertaste is slightly sweet. This glass of wine means that a man has struggled all his life, and after tasting the ups and downs of life, he stops his hasty steps and recalls his life before he discovers the original value and happiness of life. So like you People who were born in a wealthy family and have status and status since childhood are not suitable for drinking this kind of ups and downs."

Cheng Mo's turning point made Wang Yifan not sure how to respond. He knew something was wrong, but he still felt that what the other party said was very reasonable. Wang Yifan, whose mind had been completely led away by Cheng Mo, said blankly: " What kind of wine do you think is suitable for me?"

Cheng Mo said, "A noble person like you should have a cup of Dark and Stormy!"

Wang Yifan frowned and was still thinking about the allusions to the black storm, but Gao Yuemei blinked her eyes and asked with interest, "Why?"

Cheng Mo gave Gao Yuemei an approving look and said: "Black Storm is made from dark rum and ginger beer blended with lime, so it is often refreshing to drink. In the Caribbean, etc. The people of the land also use this wine to treat colds and I think this strong wine should make you sober from the sick, nihilistic arrogance."

This made Wang Yifan angry enough. It made him even more angry than the previous statement that he was not a man. The front can only be said to be meaningless irony, and the back is Cheng Mo's toying with his Chi Guoguo, which not only seriously exposed His IQ is not enough, and he ruthlessly pokes at his weakness.

A person like Wang Yifan, except for a little money and a little background, is useless. He has no appearance, no background, and no talent. This kind of person does not work hard. , often looking for false consolation by comparing the deficiency of the superior to the excess of the inferior.

This kind of person's usual trick is to compare money with people who have no money, and talk about background with people without background. For people with money and background, he will laugh at the other party's lack of culture. If he encounters a person who can completely crush him, He will kneel and lick right away.
The easiest way to irritate a person is to expose the scars, such as laughing at a fool and saying you are a fool; laughing at an ED patient and saying you are incompetent
Cheng Mo's words pierced Wang Yifan's heart like a spear, killing him in one blow.

At this moment, Wang Yifan, whose mask was uncovered by Cheng Mo, was very angry. He stood up again, pointed at Cheng Mo and said tremblingly: "Haha! A waiter with no hair growing up is pretending to be here for me, right? Wait for me to call. You can't eat and walk around."

Gao Yuemei saw Wang Yifan frying the pot and snickered while lying on the table. She was originally unhappy because she was entangled by Wang Yifan at night, but now she thinks today is really interesting. Wang Yifan was actually out of breath by a young man in a bar, and his soul was severely damaged. This is really a very refreshing thing for Gao Yuemei, who can't stand Wang Yifan at all.

At this moment, Gao Yuemei was still full of curiosity about this young man who must claim to be a bartender in front of her. She held back her laughter and raised her head to look at Cheng Mo, who had a handsome face and towered like an iceberg. With a gentle demeanor, there is a sense of abstinence all over his body, and his speech sounds peaceful, but there are countless sharp and sharp edges hidden in it.
Shen Youyi felt a headache for Wang Yifan's rude behavior, and he stroked his forehead, not knowing what to say. Although Wang Yifan had nothing to do with her, he was just one of her many suitors, but he followed her to Yinyan after all. , more or less she should also take some responsibility, so for Shen Youyi to go out for a drink with Gao Yuemei today is an extremely wrong decision.
Cheng Mo didn't get nervous because of Wang Yifan's violent outburst, and he didn't apologize. He just said, "It seems that you are not very satisfied with the wine I introduced to you."

Wang Yifan's face was pale and dark red, and he looked like he was going to swallow Cheng Mosheng alive, but he was not as good as a man like Fat Hu who dared to do it, he just shouted at Cheng Mo angrily: "Call your manager to me. .I don't know who gave you the courage!"

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