It's twelve o'clock.,A new week is coming.,Today's third chapter is present.,New books rush to the list.,Trouble new and old book friends to support a lot.,Vote for your recommendation to the junior.。 Book friends who don't have a collection also trouble everyone to collect it. Thank you. The junior will work hard to create a new book to repay everyone. Tomorrow, if all goes well, there should be three more chapters.

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The transparent white liquor was poured into the shaker, and the little beggar's hand trembled slightly, but fortunately, no liquor spilled out of the shaker. Yang Lao, Boss Zhao and the bartenders all know that the bottle of wine chosen by the little beggar is called Veboro, which is a very strong pure wine, the so-called pure wine, is the lack of fragrance, pure sweetness. It is common to use it as a base for cocktails.

Through the transparent crystal flask, the little beggar poured in about three-tenths of the víporo, followed by six-tenths of the tomato juice, one-tenth of the freshly squeezed lemon juice, and finally, the little beggar added the Worcester sauce, Tabasco chili oil, salt and pepper he wanted in a certain proportion.

After adding these spices, the little beggar picked up the strainer, and his face showed a hint of helplessness, but he still put it into the cocktail, and sighed in his heart, how long has he not used this thing, but now he has to use it.

Closing the lid of the kettle, the little beggar took the flask in his hand, after all, his hands could not be compared with those of adults, and it seemed a little difficult to hold the flask, which made those who did not think of him even more poofed.

As we all know, when mixing bartending, the most important thing is the cocktail recipe, followed by the technique, the ingredients that the little beggar put into the bartender just now are really incomprehensible, as for the technique, look at his poor hands, which are not stable and small, they don't seem to have any ability. But just when no one was optimistic about him, the little beggar's hand.

He simply checked the weight of the wine jug in his hand, and retreated half a step back, at this moment, his eyes lit up like two stars, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand held the crystal wine jug up, and suddenly his five fingers opened lightly, and his palm was very close to the wine jug, only to see that the crystal wine jug suddenly rotated like a spinning top in his palm.

The little beggar's right hand slowly raised, but the jug kept spinning at high speed in his palm, as if his palm had suction, and the liquor inside had been completely rendered red because of the large amount of tomato juice, and the jug was spinning rapidly, like a red disc held on his palm.

Surprises rang out one after another, and it was clear that the little beggar was by no means as simple as most people thought.

What's even more bizarre is still to come, the little beggar's hand holding the wine jug gradually erected, and the constantly rotating wine jug naturally followed suit, but it still clings to his palm and rotates rapidly, without any signs of falling. His right arm slowly lifted his palm forward from the right side of his body, carrying the high-speed spinning flask from right to left, from low to high and then low, just like the whole process of the sun returning from morning to noon and then back to night. And in the process, the flask always stood upright and swirled against the palm of his hand, and this hand alone was not able to do it by any of the bartenders present, who had never even seen it. The young bartender who had previously mocked the little beggar had widened his eyes and stared at the sun-like red disc. But he couldn't see how the little beggar did it.

With his sharp gaze, he found that the little beggar's palm was not only driven by the arm, it was also moving, but it moved very little, and the palm was constantly adjusted, making a contraction and upward movement, and his five fingers trembled rhythmically like waves, and each time they touched the rotating crystal wine jug in order, which was the secret of his ability to keep the flask rotating and always fit on the palm.

However, it is easier said than done, and even if the rhythm is a little messy, the flask will immediately fall back from his hand. The little beggar's movements were a little jerky, but it was not easy for a child who was only eleven or twelve years old to be able to persist in doing this.

Just when everyone thought that the little beggar's bartending would end in this dazzling way, suddenly, the little beggar's left hand, which had been stored behind his back, also stretched out, and the wine bottle in his right hand was thrown up in a high-speed spin. It was like the sun was falling, and it immediately caused an exclamation from the drinkers.

But the little beggar's expression did not change in the slightest, and his two hands seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and only a faint shadow could be seen. This time, even Yang Lao didn't see it clearly. Everyone only felt that the fallen sun had risen again, and in an instant, they were shocked to see three suns. That's right, it's three.

Just when everyone thought they were dazzled, there was a soft bang, and the flask had fallen back on the table.

The little beggar didn't rush to open the wine jug, his eyes swept over the faces of the people around him, looking at those who were stunned by his hand Sanyang Yingyue, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the pride in his eyes seemed to be a little stronger. Only the sweat left on his forehead showed that he had not done it easily.

Instead of wiping his sweat, because he couldn't get his hands dirty, he naturally and gracefully unscrewed the lid and poured the slightly viscous blood-red liquor into a Martini glass. Not too much for a drop, not much for a drop, leaving just one edge of the glass.

With his right thumb upright on the inside of the glass, his index finger around the outside, he handed the cocktail to Yang Lao in an impeccable standard gesture.

It didn't seem to be as transparent and dazzling as the bartender's previous flames, and there was no flame on it as an embellishment. However, this blood-red liquor can make people feel a strange restraint.

Yang Lao subconsciously took the wine, and the voice of the little beggar sounded in his ears, "The real flame should be ignited from the heart, not on the surface." Because it's your mood that burns, not your vision. This is the real flame. ”

Yang Lao brought the wine glass to his eyes, his nose moved slightly, and he was surprised to smell a faint fishy smell, which was tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol to create a blood-like smell. The little beggar didn't say that in fact, the cup of flame he concocted had another name, called: Bloody Mary

Yang Lao's gaze began to burn, and he brought the wine glass to his lips 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 by taste, not technique. No matter how dazzling the wine tastes bad, it doesn't make any sense.

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