God of Wine

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Elder Yang glanced at him, how could he not understand the bar owner's thoughts, smiled and said: "It's okay, kid, if you have any good suggestions, let's listen to them. If you are right, this gold coin is yours It's gone." Without seeing how he made any gestures, a golden gold coin had already landed on the table. You know, the most famous cocktail in the Flame Burning Love Bar is nothing more than a gold coin. This one gold coin is enough to feed and clothe a family of three civilians in Lihuo City for a month.

However, what is surprising is that the little beggar didn't even look at the gold coin. He raised his finger to the center bar and said proudly: "If you want to drink a real cup of fire, let me go there and give it to you." The ingredients I need."

"You know how to mix?" The bar owner and Yang Lao asked in unison. The waiter next to him even laughed disdainfully. You know, the job of a bartender is quite popular in the Southern Fire Empire. But without the accumulation of time, how can you become an excellent bartender. The words of the little beggar in front of him can only make people feel that he is talking nonsense.

Elder Yang's expression became serious, "Little friend, honesty is the most important virtue in life, do you understand?"

The bar owner felt relieved at this moment. In his heart, this is just a bragging little beggar, not a trustee of other bars.

The little beggar put his hands behind his back and said coldly, "Why don't you let the facts speak for themselves?"

Elder Yang frowned and said, "Can you really make a better cocktail than this flame?"

An angry light flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and he said loudly, "If I can't, I'll give you my life."

Looking at the anger in the little beggar's eyes, Mr. Yang was suddenly surprised to feel a kind of unquestionable strong self-confidence and unquestionable pride from this thin body. This is clearly just a low-level little beggar. His Where does self-confidence come from?

At this time, everything that happened here has attracted the attention of many people, and the little beggar's words have also aroused the interest of many drinkers. Someone is already shouting, let him try.

The bar owner recovered his elegance, bent down, lowered his head and whispered in Old Yang's ear: "Then let him try."

Elder Yang nodded slightly,

He said to the little beggar, "I hope you can surprise me. Boss Zhao, give him the ingredients he needs, and I will pay for it."

Boss Zhao smiled flatteringly and said, "It's useless, how can I make you spend money." He waved his hand and signaled the waiter to take the little beggar there.

Hearing what they said, the little beggar didn't even stay for a second, turned around and walked towards the center bar. Naturally, the few bartenders in the bar were not worried about the threat this sudden child would bring them, and they were all very interested. Looking at him, he gave out a workbench with various tools. The previous bartender who made the flames and passions smiled sarcastically: "Little friend, do you want me to introduce you to the wine here?" While talking, he pointed to the hundreds of bottles placed behind the bar. A wine cabinet with a variety of fine wines.

Another young bartender curled his lips, and said in a strange way: "Now even a beggar dares to say that he can make drinks. I really don't know what the boss thinks. He actually let him come to our place, so we don't have to worry about him getting dirty." Is it at the bar?"

The older bartender glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "Say a few words, didn't you see that Mr. Yang is interested in this kid? Otherwise, do you think the boss will let him in after eating too much? "

The little beggar didn't seem to hear anything, and he didn't even look at them. Although he was thin and small, at this moment, his back was straight, and the arrogance in his eyes became stronger, even with a bit of arrogance. scorching hot. Without looking back, he stated his request:

"One tomato juice, one fresh lemon juice, one Worcestershire sauce, one Tabasco oil, and salt and pepper."

The young bartender couldn't help but asked, "Are you cooking or bartending?"

At this time, Boss Zhao and Elder Yang also walked to the central bar. Boss Zhao's face darkened when he heard this, "Do as he says, there are no rules at all."

The young bartender still muttered unwillingly, "Let's see how this little beggar makes a fool of himself." Then he turned and left.

For all this, the little beggar still didn't know anything, turned around and walked to the sink specially set up for the center bar and began to wash his hands. He washed very carefully, first wet his hands covered with dirt with water, then smeared with hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands together, and then carefully cleaned his fingers one by one, no matter between the fingers or the nails, he was meticulous Cleaned thoroughly, even the wrists were not spared. His clean hands were in stark contrast to his dirty little face.

The middle-aged bartender who called out the flames showed a hint of astonishment at first, and gradually, the astonishment turned into a dignified and serious one, watching the little beggar's movements and nodded slowly. As a bartender, you must not only fully focus on the process of bartending, but also respect the wine you make. This is not only respecting the guests, but also respecting yourself. Out of the corner of the beggar's eye, he saw a glimmer of piety. Obviously, he really didn't listen to the conversation on his side before, but devoted all his body and mind to the upcoming bartending. Even if it is yourself, it is difficult to do this if you don't do it deliberately. But the eleven or twelve-year-old child in front of him is still a beggar, but he seems very natural when doing these things. When washing his hands, every step is connected without delay, as if it has been like this all year round, and his demeanor is by no means He pretended it, and occasionally looked up at the wine on the wine rack, the piety and fanaticism in his eyes were full of persistence. Details determine success or failure. The middle-aged man who is also a bartender can see a lot from his simple washing process.

Elder Yang also showed a smile on his face, and said to himself: "It's interesting."

After washing his hands, the little beggar took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and the position of the bottle of wine happened to be within reach of his height. When he turned back to the bar, the ingredients he asked for had already been delivered. You can see how long it took him to wash his hands.

The middle-aged bartender took the initiative to hand a clean jug made of crystal to the little beggar. The little beggar opened the jug and took out the filter. His eyes were in a trance for a moment, as if he was remembering something.

There was already a circle of guests around the bar, and they all wanted to see what the little beggar could do. At this moment, the little beggar picked up the bottle of wine in front of him and poured it into the shaker.