Standing behind the black marble bar, Ringer calmly wiping his glasses in a clean white shirt and waiting for the first guest of the day, and the first of his career.

Today is his first day on the job, and he is looking forward to his career.

The store is filled with soothing music, the air is filled with the smell of perfume, and the atmosphere is cozy.

The shop is small in size, but the environment is warm and elegant, and he is very satisfied.

Only now he could feel a sharp gaze piercing him, coming from a table not far from the bar, and the owner of the sight was a woman in a sommelier costume.

The woman looked young, probably less than twenty, and had a beautiful face and blond hair tied into a ponytail.

She stared at Ringer at the bar, her beautiful sky-blue eyes seemed to erupt into flames, as if she had some deep hatred for him.

Her name is Elise, and before Ringer was successfully hired, she was the person standing at the bar, but now she has been demoted to an apprentice, so naturally she doesn't have a good face for Ringer.

The owner of the bar replaced her because there were no customers in the shop.

After drinking the terrible drinks she had blended, Ringer understood the feelings of the boss and the former guests.

This woman doesn't know how to bartend at all, and she has a very bad temper, so she can be said to be good for nothing but good looks.

Such a bartender, except for the pervert, no one can stay.

"Before a guest comes, you should cross your hands under the navel and press your right hand on your left hand, and be ready to serve, rather than sitting there staring at me like a frog."

Ringer's understatement immediately detonated the powder keg.

Bang!

"Who do you say is the frog?"

Elise slammed the table and stood up, her chest trembling with her violent movements, which was also one of her merits, Ringer swept lightly across her chest, meditating in her heart.

"If a guest comes in at this time, you will definitely scare him away." Ringer's tone remained calm.

"You, you bastard, don't you just mix the wine a little better, what's the big deal, sooner or later I'll overtake you and kick you out of this shop." Elise was like an angry lion cub.

"No, no, no," Ringer shook his head slightly, "just a good blend of wine is not enough to become a good bartender, a really good bartender will use the wine made by himself as a bridge to the hearts of the guests." ”

Ringer's gaze swept faintly over Elise.

"With your character, I'm afraid it's hard to do that."

His tone was unhurried, but Elise's face warmed up until it turned red.

The most infuriating thing is that she can't refute it.

This depressed feeling made her almost crazy, and if she could, she really wanted to hang the stinky fart drag man in front of her and whip him mercilessly.

At this moment, there was a noise at the door of the bar, and the two of them looked at the door at the same time.

Are there any guests coming?

Ringer straightened his collar, cleared his throat, smiled, and prepared to offer his first guest the most intimate service.

When Elise saw him like this, she was even more upset.

Hmph, pretentious guy, I don't believe you can keep this posture all the time.

However, instead of a customer, it was a woman in loose casual attire, who had been the only waitress in the shop, but now there were two.

"It turned out to be Sister Nilou, I thought it was a guest."

"Haha, looks like you're looking forward to it, Brother Ringer."

Ringer didn't know Nilou's exact age, she looked young, but judging by the mature temperament she exuded, most of them were older than himself, so he didn't have a problem with the title of brother.

When Nilou came out with a change of overalls, Ringer's eyes lit up.

The brown shawl long hair has a silky texture, the skin is as fair as milk, and the work clothes she wears are different from Elise's, a white V-neck shirt, and a pure black work skirt, which is both neat and capable, but also sexy and charming.

Is this also a means of retaining guests? Ringer thought to himself.

"Sister Nilou, this guy is looking at you with a squint." Elise, who had been watching Ringer's every move, immediately made a small report.

Nilou just smiled softly, "Elise, don't talk nonsense, Brother Ringer is not that kind of person. ”

Ringer thought deeply of this and nodded silently.

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

Nilou pressed the button on the wall, and the "Open" sign on the door lit up.

"Ah, Elise, you forgot to press that, no wonder no guests came." Ringer Road.

"You talk a lot, it's not business hours yet." Elise replied.

Ringer was not interested in arguing with her, so he picked up another cup and wiped it carefully.

Half an hour passed, and there was still not a single guest.

Elise stared at Ringer with dry eyes, rubbed her eyes and dozed off, and Nilou went to the break room.

Just when Ringer was a little deflated, the wind chimes outside the door finally rang, heralding the arrival of the guests.

He perked himself up and looked to the door.

The door was pushed open, and a girl in a purple mage robe and a wide wizard's hat walked into the bar with her head bowed, the brim of her hat obscuring her face.

I didn't expect the first guest to be so special.

Ringer was slightly surprised when he saw the girl's dress, but immediately showed a warm smile and greeted, "Welcome to Emerald, what do you need for your guests?" ”

The wizard-hat girl sat down on the high chair in front of the bar, her white forearms propped up her chin, so that Ringer could finally see her.

It was a white and thin face, with bigger and brighter eyes, and the light purple pupils were full of melancholy, which made people feel pity.

"Any recommendations?" The girl's voice is thin, and with her petite body and delicate face, it looks even more beautiful.

Seeing her immature face, Ringer asked, "Are the guests old enough to drink?" ”

The girl was displeased, and pouted, "Don't be long-winded, serve me wine." ”

Elise also glared at him, as if to say, "It's hard to get a guest, do you want to get rid of her?" and motioned to him with his eyes to serve the wine.

Ringer had to smile and said, "If it's the first time for a guest, I recommend the emerald with the same name as our store." ”

"Let's have a drink."

"Okay, please wait."

Ringer took out a cocktail glass, put two ice cubes in the glass, and set it aside.

Then take the shaker and a bar spoon, put a few ice cubes in the mixor, measure 0.5 ounces each of dry vermouth and lemon juice, then measure 0.5 ounces of gin, and stir with the bar spoon 13 times until the fingers of the left hand holding down the bottom of the shaker feel cold, and then the mouth of the glass overflows with moisture.

At this point, the emerald blending step is complete.

He placed the ice strainer on the rim of the glass, poured the mixed wine into the cocktail glass, and gently pushed it in front of the girl.

"Please."

During Ringer's bartending, the girl had been looking at him curiously, and at this time her eyes shifted to the crystal clear emerald in front of her, blinked, raised her glass and drank it all, and then—

Wow cried.

"Woo, I've been rejected again."

Ringer remained calm in the face of the girl's sudden emotional changes, which was inevitable for a bartender.

As a qualified bartender, what you need to do at this time is to listen to your guests and soothe their emotions.

He said in as gentle a voice as he could:

"Since the other person doesn't like you, why don't you try to switch targets?"

"But no one wants me."

"This ...... How can it be? Guest, you look very cute. ”

The girl's face, flushed with alcohol, suddenly became even redder, she lowered her head, and whispered:

"You're really, why do you suddenly say that people are cute or something......"