The transparent white wine liquid was poured into the shaker.
The little beggar's hands were shaking slightly and were unsteady.
Fortunately, no wine spilled from the shaker.
Yang Lao, Boss Zhao and the bartenders all knew that the bottle of wine the little beggar chose was called Vibolo, which is a very strong pure wine.
The so-called pure wine means that it lacks fragrance and is pure and sweet.
It is very common as the base liquor for cocktails.
It can be seen through the transparent crystal jug that the Vibolo wine poured by the little beggar occupies about three-tenths of the volume of the jug, followed by six-tenths of tomato juice and one-tenth of freshly squeezed wine. lemon juice, and finally, the little beggar added the Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco oil, salt and pepper he asked for in appropriate proportions.
After adding these seasonings, the little beggar picked up the strainer.
There was a hint of helplessness on his face, but he still put it into the mixing pot.
He sighed secretly in his heart.
He hadn't used this thing for a long time, but now he had to use it.
Putting the lid on the pot, the little beggar took the mixing pot into his hands.
After all, his hands couldn't compare with those of an adult.
It was a bit difficult to hold the mixing pot, which made those who didn't think highly of him snort.
As we all know, when mixing drinks, the most important thing is the cocktail recipe, followed by the technique.
The ingredients that the little beggar put into the mixer just now are really incomprehensible.
As for the technique, look at his unstable and small little one.
The hands don't look like they have any power at all.
But when no one was optimistic about him, the little beggar moved his hands.
He simply weighed the wine bottle in his hand and took half a step back.
At this moment, his eyes lit up like two stars.
He put his left hand behind his back and raised the crystal wine bottle with his right hand.
Suddenly, He opened his fingers lightly and pressed his palm against the wine bottle.
The crystal wine bottle suddenly spun in his palm like a top.
The little beggar slowly raised his right hand, but the wine bottle was always rotating at high speed in his palm, as if his palm had suction.
The wine inside had been completely rendered into a liquid due to the large amount of tomato juice.
It turned red, and the wine bottle was spinning rapidly, like a red disk being held in his palm.
Surprised sounds came one after another.
It was obvious that this little beggar was by no means as simple as most people thought.
What's even more strange is what's behind, the little beggar's hand holding the wine jug gradually stands upright, and the constantly rotating wine jug naturally also stands upright, but it still sticks to his palm and spins rapidly without any falling. sign.
His right arm slowly raised his palm forward from the right side of his body, carrying the high-speed rotating wine bottle from right to left, from low to high and then back again, just like the entire movement of the sun from early morning to noon and back to night. process.
And during this process, the wine bottle always rotated upright and fit on his palm.
With this hand alone, none of the bartenders present could do it, and they had never even seen it.
The young bartender who had ridiculed the little beggar before had his eyes widened and stared closely at the sun-like red disc.
But he couldn't see how the little beggar did it.
The only person present who could see how the little beggar did it was Mr.
Yang.
With his sharp eyes, he discovered that the little beggar's palm was actually not only driven by his arm, but also moved by itself, but the extent of its movement was very small.
The palm of his hand was constantly adjusting, making contraction and upward movements, while his five fingers trembled rhythmically like waves, and each time they touched the rotating crystal decanter accurately and in sequence.
This was how he could The secret to keeping your flask spinning and always snug in the palm of your hand.
However, it is easier said than done.
Even if the rhythm is a little messed up, the wine bottle will immediately fall from the hand.
The little beggar's movements seemed a little jerky, but being able to persist in doing these things was extremely difficult for a child who was only eleven or twelve years old.
Just when everyone thought that the little beggar's bartending was going to end in such a dazzling way, suddenly, the little beggar's left hand that had been hidden behind his back stretched out, and the wine bottle in his right hand was thrown into the air in a high-speed rotation.
It was like the sun was setting, which immediately caused the drinkers to scream in surprise.
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But the little beggar's expression did not change at all.
His hands seemed to have suddenly disappeared, and only a faint shadow could be seen.
This time, even Mr.
Yang didn't see it clearly.
Everyone felt as if their eyes were blurred, as the fallen sun had risen again, and in a split second, they were shocked to see three suns.
That's right, three.
Just when everyone thought they were dazzled, there was a soft bang and the wine bottle fell on the table again.
The little beggar was not in a hurry to open the wine bottle.
He glanced at the faces of the people around him, looking at those who were stunned by the three suns reflecting the moon in his hand.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the pride in his eyes seemed to be a little stronger.
Only the sweat on his forehead showed that it was not easy for him to accomplish this.
Without wiping the sweat, because he couldn't dirty his hands, he naturally and elegantly unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured the slightly viscous blood-red wine into a martini glass.
Not a drop too much, not a drop too little, just enough to leave a rim of the glass.
His right thumb was placed vertically on the inside of the wine glass, and his index finger was wrapped around the outside.
He handed the cocktail to Mr.
Yang in an impeccable standard posture.
It seemed that this glass of wine was not as transparent and dazzling as the Flame Burning Love made by the bartender before, and it did not have the flames on it as an embellishment.
However, this blood-red wine can make people feel a strange restraint.
Yang Lao subconsciously took the wine, and the little beggar's voice rang in his ears, "The real flame should be ignited from the heart, not on the surface.
Because it burns your mood, not your vision."
This is the real burning passion.”
Yang Lao put the wine glass in front of him and moved his nose slightly.
He was surprised to smell a faint fishy smell.
It was tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol, which smelled like blood.
The little beggar didn't say that, in fact, the cup of flaming passion he prepared also has a name: Bloody Mary Yang Lao's eyes began to heat up, and he brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip.
The eyes of the drinkers and bartenders fell on his face, waiting for him to make a judgment.
After all, cocktails are ultimately judged on taste, not technique.
No matter how fancy the wine is, it doesn't make any sense if the wine tastes bad
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