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The transparent white wine was poured into the bartender pot, and the little beggar's hands were slightly trembling and unstable. Fortunately, no wine was spilled out of the bartender pot. Mr. Yang, Boss Zhao and the bartenders knew that the bottle of wine chosen by the little beggar was called Vipolo, which was a very strong pure wine. The so-called pure wine is a lack of fragrance and pure sweetness. It is very common as a base wine for cocktails.

Through the transparent crystal wine pot, we can see that the Viporo wine poured by the little beggar accounts for about three-tenths of the bartender's capacity, followed by six-tenths of tomato juice and one-tenth of freshly squeezed lemon juice. Finally, the little beggar added the Worcester sauce, Tabasque chili oil, salt and pepper powder he wanted in an appropriate proportion.

After adding these seasonings, the little beggar picked up the filter and showed a hint of helplessness on his face, but he still put it into the mixing pot and sighed in his heart. How long has it been since I used this thing, but now I have to use it.

After covering the lid of the pot, the little beggar took the bartender into his hand. After all, his hands cannot be compared with adults. It seems a bit difficult to hold the bartender, which makes those who don’t like him even more.

As we all know, when mixing, 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, his poor hand, which is not stable and small, doesn't look like he has any ability. But just when no one is optimistic about him, the little beggar's hand was handed.

He simply weighed the weight of the wine pot in his hand and withdrew half a step back. At this moment, his eyes lit up like two stars. His left hand was behind him, his right hand held the crystal wine pot and raised it up. He suddenly swung his five fingers lightly, and his palm was tightly close to the wine pot. He saw the crystal wine pot suddenly rotated like a top in his palm.

The little beggar's right hand slowly raised, but the wine pot was always spinning at high speed on his palm, just like the suction force of his palm. The wine inside had been completely rendered red because of a large amount of tomato juice. The wine pot was rotating rapidly, like a red disc held on his palm.

Surprisingly, the sound of surprise sounded one after another, and it was obvious that this little beggar was not as simple as most people think.

What was even more strange was still behind. The little beggar's hand holding the wine pot gradually stood up, and the constantly rotating wine pot naturally stood up, but it was still tightly pressed against his palm and rotated quickly, without any sign of falling. His right arm slowly swung his palm from the right side of his body, and led the high-speed rotating wine pot from right to left, from low to high to low, just like the entire process of the sun from early morning to noon and then to night. In this process, the wine pot was always standing upright and rotating against 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 previously ridiculed the little beggar had widened his eyes and stared at the red disc like the sun. But he could not see how the little beggar did it.

The only thing that could see how the little beggar was present was Mr. Yang. With his sharp eyes, he found that the little beggar's palm was not driven by his arm, but it was also moving, but its movement was very small, and the palm was constantly adjusting, making contraction and upward movements. His five fingers trembled rhythmically like waves, and each time they accurately touched the rotating crystal wine pot in order. This is the secret that he could keep the wine pot rotating and always fit on his palm.

However, it is easy to say, but it is even more difficult to do. Even if the rhythm is a little messy, the wine pot will immediately fall from his hand. The little beggar's movements seem a little awkward, but being able to persist in doing these things is not easy for a child who is only eleven or two years old.

Just when everyone thought that the little beggar's cocktail would end in this dazzling way, suddenly, the little beggar's left hand, which had been held behind, also stretched out, and the bottle on his right hand was thrown up in a high-speed rotation. It was like the sun was falling, which immediately caused the drinkers to scream.

But the little beggar's expression did not change at all. His hands seemed to have suddenly disappeared, and he could only see a faint shadow. At this moment, even Old Yang didn't see clearly. Everyone felt that a flash of eyes had already risen again. Moreover, in a moment, they were shocked to see three suns. Yes, it was three.

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

The little beggar did not rush to open the wine pot, his eyes swept across the faces of everyone around him, looking at the look of those who were stunned by his hand Sanyang Yingyue, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the pride in his eyes seemed to be even more prosperous. Only the sweat left on his forehead showed that it was not easy for him to complete these things.

He didn't wipe his sweat because he couldn't dirty his hands. He naturally and elegantly unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured the slightly sticky blood-red wine into a martini wine glass. Not a drop was too much, but a drop was quite a lot, leaving just one edge of the glass.

His right thumb was pressed vertically on the inside of the wine glass, and his index finger was wrapped around the outside, and he handed the cocktail to Yang Lao in an impeccable standard posture.

It seems that this glass of wine is not as transparent and dazzling as the flames prepared by the previous bartender, nor is it as embellishment with the flames on it. However, this blood-red wine can make people feel a strange restraint.

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

The old man Yang brought the wine glass to his eyes, his nose moved slightly, and he was surprised to smell a faint smell of fishy smell, which was a mixture of tomato juice, lemon juice and alcohol, and a bloody smell. The little beggar did not say that in fact, the cup of Fiery Burning Love he made had another name, called Bloody Mary

Old Yang's eyes began to become hot, and he brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip. The eyes of the winemakers and bartenders all fell on his face, waiting for him to make a judgment. After all, the ultimate criterion for judging cocktails is taste, not technique. No matter how dazzling the wine tastes bad, it doesn't make any sense.

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Chapter completed!