Chapter 437: Bitter Heart

Sha Yu's technique is very fast and very professional.

After about ten minutes, Sha Yu stopped, put the cocktail shaker on the table, and stared at his watch motionlessly.

Three!

Two!

One!

Finally, Sha Yuxun opened the shaker, and a carefully prepared goblet was lived, and the water was poured into the cup for a long time.

Red...... Yellow...... Blue......

When everyone looked at the color in this cup, they were instantly amazed!

I almost exclaimed.

Six-colored Roman!

Six colors really!

Sha Yu deserves to be a top bartender.

Even the time of decanting is accurate to the second, not to mention other things?

This kind of wine, in fact, is no longer a taste, but a taste, a style.

Sha Yu gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was quite satisfied with his work, although he was no longer a professional player, he was still not old.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on Sunan.

"Hehe, brother, it's your turn. ”

Sha Yu was also a little interested at this time, to see what kind of wine this man could concoct.

Sunan's eyes kept looking at the woman in the distance, and after hearing Sha Yu's words, he slowly stood up, walked to the back of the counter, and began to mix wine.

Whiskey, two-pot head......

When Sunan took out these two kinds of wine, there was already a hint of mockery on the scene.

These two are typical spirits, and the taste style is completely different, put these two wines together, it is simply nonsense, not only does it not have any taste, it is estimated that it is very difficult to mix together, right?

However, after Sunan took out these two wines, he did not choose other wines, but took them out...... Tea.

West Lake Longjing.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this going to be mixed with tea?

Ha ha......

This kid is a snake spirit, right?

Not to mention using tea to mix drinks, these two things can't be mixed up at all, right?

It's like when you eat hot pot again, you put a bowl of rice in the hot pot.

It's all good, but when you mix it up, the taste is absolutely unimaginable.

Sunan's movements were very slow, very careful, patiently adjusted the flame, boiled the cup of tea, and saw that the Longjing tea leaves in the cup had begun to boil, Sunan quickly picked up the cup, and then poured it into the goblet.

About a third of the way through, he stopped and took out an onion......

That's right, it's the onion.

At this time, everyone has collapsed, looking at Sunan's gaze like a clown jumping off the beam, do you think this is the kitchen?

People just make a plate of onions in the bar and use them for carving.

However, Sunan didn't care about these people's gazes, holding the onion in one hand and squeezing it fiercely, a drop of juice slipped from the onion and dripped into the wine glass.

Onion juice.

I'll go, the taste is really heavy.

Sunan continued.

Two pot heads, whiskey, last drop of vinegar......

The tricolor cocktail has been formed.

"Hehe......"

Everyone laughed, tricolor cocktail, let's not talk about what you use, you have already lost on this color alone, okay?

People are six-colored, and you are three-colored.

The most important thing is that these things you use are too weird, West Lake Longjing, onions, vinegar...... Oh my god, what the hell is this.

Sha Yu is also a little inexplicable, although Sunan's technique is very professional, even on par with him, but this ingredient is so strange that even he can't see what the situation is, at this time he really wants to taste what this glass of wine tastes like.

"Friend, ...... you have this wine?"

Because Sunan had already held the wine glass in his hand, Sha Yu couldn't taste it, so he could only watch from the side.

After Sha Yu asked this, Sunan raised his head and looked at the woman in the corner of the sand again.

From beginning to end, except for the period of bartending, Sunan's eyes did not leave her at all.

At this time, everyone also understands that this person seems to be looking at whom?

have made way for southern Sunan.

Sunan walked slowly towards the woman, and said slowly as he walked.

"This glass of wine, called Bitter Heart, although the whiskey is a spirit, but the taste is more spicy, and the second pot head is more spicy. This wine is both bitter and sour, but not sweet, this is created by a sad man. ”

"The person who created this glass of wine must have been deeply hurt by his friends or confidantes, so I added an extra drop of onion juice to him, and when I drank it, I felt like crying. ”

"Because, being stabbed in the back by my most trusted friend is really the most heartbreaking thing, do you say, Bai Ziya?"

Step by step, Sunan finally walked to this woman.

Bai Ziya's face was already full of tears at this time, her haggard face slowly raised, and her eyes were full of guilt and sadness.

"Brother Nan...... Sorry ......"

Sunan didn't speak, just smiled slightly, put the wine glass in front of Bai Ziya, and then turned around and left.

Bai Ziya trembled all over, looking at the cup of bitter heart in front of her...... Is this wine for me?

At this time, her mood was really bitter.

Brother Nan, why didn't you kill me......

Picking up the wine glass, Bai Ziya's somewhat pale lips were gently attached to the wine glass, and the bitter heart flowed down her lips and into her mouth.

Hot...... Sour...... Bitter......

When Bai Ziya tasted that onion, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes at the same time.

A glass of wine has been exhausted, but Bai Ziya still has a feeling of unfinished.

Just as he was about to put down the cup, suddenly the last drop of liquid flowed into his mouth.

Bai Ziya was suddenly stunned.

Sugar?

The last drop, turned out to be sweet?

This is...... This is not bitterness, this is bitterness!

Bai Ziya stood up suddenly, she had already missed an opportunity, this time, she really couldn't be wrong again.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Bai Ziya rushed out......

At this time, all the audience were already stunned, is this glass of wine so evil?

But now that the wine is gone, and the people are gone, it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

It's impossible for Boss Sha to slap himself in the face......

However, it was really different from what they thought, Sha Yu walked to Bai Ziya's position just now, picked up the wine glass she had drunk, put it in front of her nose, and sniffed greedily little by little.

Sha Yu's face gradually changed, and in about twenty seconds, Sha Yu had changed several expressions.

Finally, he sniffed for nearly five minutes before slowly lowering the glass.

With a hint of drunkenness, he said leisurely.

"I lost. ”

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