Old Yang glanced at him. How could he not understand the thoughts of the bar owner, and smiled and said, "Why, my friend, if you have any good suggestions, come and listen. If you are right, this gold coin will be yours." Without seeing how he acted, a golden gold coin had already landed on the table. You must know that the most famous Fiery Burning Love cocktail in the Flame Burning Love Bar is just a cup of gold. This gold coin is enough to satisfy the food and clothing of a three-person family in Lihuo City for a month.

But, surprisingly, the beggar didn't look at the gold coin, raised his hand to point at the center bar, and said proudly: "If you want to have a real cup of flame burning, let me go there and give me the ingredients I need."

"You can mix bartenders?" The bar owner and Mr. Yang asked in unison. The waiter next to him was even laughing disdainfully. You know, the profession of bartenders is quite popular in the Nanhuo Empire. But without the accumulation of time, how could he become an excellent bartender? The words of the beggar in front of him can only make people feel that he is in a dream.

Old Yang's expression became serious, "Friends, honesty is the most important morality in life, do you understand?"

The bar owner felt relieved at this time. In his heart, the moment he saw was just a bragging beggar, not the help of other bars.

The beggar put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Why don't you let the truth be told?"

Old Yang frowned and said, "Can you really bring up a better cocktail than this Fiery Burning Love?"

A flash of anger flashed in the beggar's eyes and he shouted: "If I can't, I will give you my life."

Looking at the anger in the beggar's eyes, Old Yang suddenly felt an unquestionable strong confidence and that unquestionable pride from his thin body. This was clearly just a beggar at the bottom. Where did his confidence come from?

At this time, everything that happened here has attracted the attention of many people, and the beggar's words have also aroused the interest of many drinkers. Some people are already shouting, asking him to try it.

The bar owner regained his elegance, bent down, lowered his head and said in Old Yang's ear: "Then let him try it."

Old Yang nodded slightly and said to the beggar: "I hope you can surprise me. Boss Zhao, I will pay the fees for the ingredients he needs."

Boss Zhao smiled flatteringly and said, "It's not use anything, how can you spend money?" He waved his hand and signaled the waiter to take the beggar over.

Listening to their words, the beggar did not even stay for a second, and turned around and walked towards the center bar. The bartenders in the bar naturally would not worry about the threat this sudden child could bring to them. They all looked at him with interest and gave out a workbench with various tools. The bartender who made the flames and burned love had a sarcastic smiled and said, "Friend, do you need me to introduce the wine here to you?" While he pointed to the wine cabinet with hundreds of bottles of various wines behind the bar.

Another young bartender curled his lips and said sarcastically: "Now even a beggar dares to mix bartenders by himself. I really don't know what the boss is thinking. If he actually asked him to come to us, wouldn't he be afraid that he would dirty the bar?"

The older bartender glanced at him and whispered: "Stop saying a few words, don't you see that Mr. Yang is interested in this? Otherwise, do you think the boss will let him in if he eats too much?"

The beggar seemed to have heard nothing, and he didn't even look at them. Although he was thin, at this moment, his back was straight, and his arrogance in his eyes became stronger, and even with a little bit of burning heat. He made his request without looking back:

"A portion of tomato juice, a portion of freshly squeezed lemon juice, a portion of Worcester sauce, a portion of Tabasque chili oil, salt and pepper."

The young bartender before couldn't help but say, "Do you want to cook or mix bartender?"

At this time, the boss Zhao and Mr. Yang also walked to the center bar. When Mr. Zhao heard this, his face darkened, "Do as he said, there is no rule."

The young bartender was still a little unwilling to say, "Let's see how this beggar makes a fool of himself later." Then he turned around and left.

The beggar still seemed to have never heard of all this, so he turned around and walked to the sink specially set up for the central bar to wash his hands. He washed very seriously, first wet his hands covered with dirt with water, then applied with hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands with each other, and then carefully cleaned one finger and one finger, whether it was the fingers or the nails, and even his wrists were not spared. The washed hands formed a sharp contrast with his dirty face.

The middle-aged bartender who brought out the flames and burned love first showed a hint of surprise. Gradually, the shock turned into solemnity and seriousness. He watched the beggar's movements slowly. As a bartender, he should not only focus completely in the process of bartending, but also respect the wine he prepared. This is both respecting the guests and respecting himself. He saw a pious light from the corner of the beggar's eyes. It is obvious that he did not listen to his conversation before, but instead used his body and mind to the communicating that was about to begin.

Even if you are yourself, it will be difficult to do this without deliberately doing it. But the child, who is only eleven or twelve years old, is still a beggar, and it seems very natural when doing these things. Every step is connected without delay when washing hands, just like it is like this all year round. His expression is definitely not pretending. Occasionally, he looked up at the wine on the wine rack, and the piety and fanaticism in his eyes are full of persistence. Details determine success or failure. The middle-aged man, who is also a bartender, can see a lot from his simple hand washing process.

Old Yang also showed a smile on his face and said to himself: "It's interesting."

After washing his hands, the beggar took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. The position of the bottle was just barely reaching his height. When he turned around and returned to the bar, the ingredients he wanted had been delivered. It can be seen how long it took him to wash his hands.

The middle-aged bartender took the initiative to hand a clean wine pot made of crystal to the beggar. The beggar opened the wine pot and took out the filter. His eyes showed a moment of trance, as if he was recalling something.
Chapter completed!