Yang Lao glanced at him.
How could he not understand the bar owner's thoughts?
He smiled and said: "It's okay, kid, if you have any good suggestions, let's hear them.
If you are right, this gold coin is yours."
It's over."
Without even seeing how he acted, a golden gold coin fell on the table.
You know, Lieyanfenqing Bar's most famous Lieyanfenqing cocktail costs just one gold coin per cup.
This one gold coin is enough to feed a civilian family of three in Lihuo City for a month.
However, what is surprising is that the little beggar did not even look at the gold coin.
He raised his hand and pointed at the central bar and said proudly: "If you want to drink a real cup of burning love, let me go there and give it to you."
Ingredients I need.”
"Can you mix drinks?"
the bar owner and Mr.
Yang asked in unison.
The waiter next to me even laughed disdainfully.
You know, the profession of bartender is quite popular in the Southern Fire Empire.
But without time accumulation, how can you become an excellent bartender?
The words of the little beggar in front of me can only make people feel that he is talking nonsense.
Yang Lao's expression became serious, "Kid, honesty is the most important virtue in life, do you understand?"
The bar owner felt relaxed at this time.
In his heart, he was 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?"
Yang Lao frowned and said, "You can really make a better cocktail than this burning flame."
A flash of anger flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and he said loudly: "If I can't do it, I will give you my life."
Seeing the anger in the little beggar's eyes, Mr.
Yang was suddenly surprised to feel an unquestionable strong self-confidence and an unquestionable pride from this thin body.
This was clearly just a little beggar at the bottom.
His Where does confidence come from?
At this time, what happened here has attracted the attention of many people, and the little beggar's words also aroused the interest of many drinkers.
Someone was already shouting, let him try.
The bar owner regained his elegance, bent down, lowered his head and whispered in Yang Lao's ear: "Then let him try it."
Mr.
Yang nodded slightly and 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 said with a flattering smile: "It's useless, how can I let you spend money."
He waved his hand and motioned to the waiter to take the little beggar over.
After listening to their words, the little beggar didn't even stay for a second, turned around and walked towards the central bar.
Naturally, the several bartenders at the bar were not worried about the threat this sudden child could bring to them, and they were all very interested.
Looking at him, he gave up a workbench with various tools.
The bartender who made Lieyanfenqing before said with a sarcastic smile: "Kid, do you need me to introduce you to the wine here?"
As he said this, he pointed to the hundreds of bottles of various wines placed behind the bar.
Wine cabinet for fine wines.
Another young bartender curled his lips and said in a sinister tone: "Now even a beggar dares to say that he knows how to bartend.
I really don't know what the boss thinks, but he actually lets him come to our place, and he's not afraid of getting dirty."
Are you at the bar?”
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The older bartender glanced at him and whispered: "Say a few words, didn't you see that Mr.
Yang was a little interested in this kid?
Otherwise, you thought the boss would let him in after eating too much."
The little beggar didn't seem to hear anything, and didn't even look at them.
Although he was thin, at this moment, his back was straight, and the arrogance in his eyes was a little stronger, and even a little... searing.
He stated his request without looking back: "One part tomato juice, one part freshly squeezed lemon juice, one part Worcestershire sauce, one part Tabasco and salt and pepper."
The young bartender from before couldn't help but said: "Do you want to cook or bartend?"
At this time, Boss Zhao and Mr.
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 said unwillingly, "We'll see how this little beggar makes a fool of himself later."
Then he turned around and left.
Regarding all this, the little beggar still didn't hear anything.
He turned around and walked to the sink specially set up for the central bar and started washing his hands.
He washed his hands very carefully.
He first wetted his dirt-covered hands with water, then applied hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands together, and then washed each finger carefully, whether it was between the fingers or the nails, he was meticulous.
Clean it thoroughly, even your wrists.
His clean hands were in sharp contrast to his dirty little face.
The middle-aged bartender who made the flaming passion showed a hint of surprise at first.
Gradually, the surprise turned into solemnity and seriousness.
He nodded slowly at the little beggar's movements.
As a bartender, you must not only be completely focused during the bartending process, but also respect the wine you make.
This is not only respect for the guests, but also respect for yourself.
He saw a glimmer of piety from the corner of the little beggar's eye.
It was obvious that he really didn't listen to his side of the conversation before, but focused his mind and body on the bartending that was about to begin.
Even if you don't do it deliberately, it will be difficult for you to do this.
But the child in front of him, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was still a beggar.
When he did this, he seemed very natural.
Every step when washing his hands was connected without any lag, as if it had been like this all year round.
His expression was definitely not normal.
Pretending, he occasionally looked up at the wine on the wine rack, the piety and fanaticism in his eyes full of persistence.
Details determine success or failure.
The middle-aged man, who is also a bartender, could tell a lot from his simple hand washing process.
There was also a smile on Mr.
Yang's face, and he said to himself: "It's a bit interesting."
After washing his hands, the little beggar took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.
The bottle of wine was located just within his height.
When he turned back to the bar, the ingredients he asked for had been delivered to him.
You can see how long it took him to wash his hands.
The middle-aged bartender took the initiative to hand a clean wine bottle made of polished crystal to the little beggar.
The little beggar opened the wine bottle and took out the filter.
His eyes showed a moment of trance, as if he was remembering something.
A circle of customers had gathered around the bar.
They all wanted to see what this little beggar could do.
At this moment, the little beggar had already picked up the bottle of wine in front of him and poured it into the mixing pot
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