Chapter 4

When the transparent white liquor was poured into the mixing pot, the little beggar's hand was slightly shaking and unstable. Fortunately, no liquor was spilled from the mixing pot. Mr. Yang, boss Zhao and bartenders all know that this bottle of wine chosen by the little beggar is called verboro. It is a kind of strong pure wine. The so-called pure wine is lack of fragrance and pure sweetness. It's very common as a base for cocktails.

Through the transparent crystal wine pot, we can see that the veropollo poured by the little beggar accounts for about three tenths of the capacity of the mixing pot, followed by six tenths of tomato juice and one tenth of fresh lemon juice. Finally, the little beggar added the Worcester sauce, Tabasco chili oil, salt and pepper according to a certain proportion.

After adding these seasonings, the little beggar picked up the filter screen, his face showed a trace of helplessness, but still put it into the mixing pot, heart dark sigh, how long have not used this thing, but now have to use it.

After all, his hands can't be compared with that of adults. Holding the mixing pot seems a little difficult, which makes those who don't like him puff.

As we all know, when mixing wine, the most important thing is the cocktail formula, followed by the technique. The ingredients that the little beggar put into the mixing pot just now are incomprehensible. As for the technique, his poor hand, which is unstable and small, doesn't seem to have any ability. But in the case of no one looking after him, the little beggar's manual.

He simply weighed the weight of the wine pot in his hand, and then stepped back a little. At this moment, his eyes were like two stars. His left hand was behind him, and his right hand held the crystal wine pot up. Suddenly, his five fingers were gently swung open. His palm was very close to the wine pot, and the crystal wine pot suddenly rotated in his palm like a top.

The little beggar's right hand slowly raised, but the jug was always spinning on his palm at a high speed, as if his palm had suction. The liquor in it had been completely rendered red because of the large amount of tomato juice. In the rapid rotation of the wine pot, it was like a red disc held on his palm.

The sound of surprise came one after another. It was obvious that the little beggar was not as simple as most people thought.

What's more strange is still in the back. The hand of the little beggar holding the wine pot gradually stands up, and the constantly rotating wine pot naturally also stands up, but it still clings to his palm and rotates rapidly without any sign of falling. His right arm slowly swung from the right side of his body, palm forward, with the high-speed rotating wine pot from right to left, from low to high and then low, just like the whole process of the sun from morning to noon and back to night. In this process, the wine pot was always upright, rotated and fitted on his palm. None of the bartenders on the scene could do it alone. They had never even seen it. The young bartender, who had previously ridiculed the little beggar, had widened his eyes and fixed his eyes on the sun like red disc. But he couldn't see how the little beggar did it.

Yang Lao was the only one who could see how the little beggar did it. With his sharp eyes, he found that the palm of the little beggar was not only driven by the arm, but also moved by itself. However, the amplitude of the movement was very small. The palm was constantly adjusted to make contraction and upward movement. His five fingers vibrated rhythmically like waves, every time It's the secret that he can keep the jug spinning and stick to his palm all the time.

However, it is easy to say, but it is even more difficult to do. Even if the rhythm is a little disordered, the wine pot immediately falls back from the hand. The actions of the little beggar are a little awkward, but it is not easy for a child who is only 11 or 2 years old to insist on doing these things.

Just when everyone thought that the little beggar's mixing would end in this gorgeous way, all of a sudden, the little beggar's left hand which had been collected behind his back was also stretched out, and the wine bottle on his right hand was thrown up in a high-speed rotation. It's like the sun falling, which makes the drinkers cry out.

But there was no change in the look of the little beggar. His hands seemed to disappear suddenly. Only a faint shadow could be seen. This time, even Yang Lao didn't see clearly. People only felt that the sun had risen again, and in a flash, they were shocked to see three suns. Yes, three.

Just when people thought they were dazzled, the wine pot had fallen on the table again with a light bang.

The little beggar was not in a hurry to open the wine pot. His eyes swept over the faces of the people around him. He looked at those who were stunned by his three Yang yingyue. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the pride in his eyes seemed to be more abundant. Only the sweat on his forehead showed that it was not easy for him to finish it.

He didn't wipe his sweat, because he couldn't dirty his hands. He unscrewed the lid naturally and gracefully, and poured the slightly viscous blood red wine into a martini glass. One drop is not much, one drop is many, just leave one edge of the glass.

He put his right thumb upright on the inside of the glass and his index finger around the outside. In an impeccable standard posture, he handed the cocktail to Yang Lao.

It seems that this glass of wine does not seem as transparent and gorgeous as the flame burning emotion made by the previous bartender, and there is no flame as ornament on it. However, the blood red wine can make people feel a kind of strange and introverted.Yang took the wine subconsciously, and the voice of a little beggar sounded in his ear, "the real flame should be ignited from the heart, not on the surface. Because it burns your mood, not your vision. This is the real flame burning emotion. "

Yang Lao brought the glass to his eyes, and his nose moved slightly. He was surprised to smell a faint fishy smell. It was tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol, which changed into a bloody smell. The little beggar didn't say that, in fact, there was a name for the cup of flame burning love he made, which was called Bloody Mary

Yang Lao's eyes began to burn, and he took the glass to his mouth and sipped it. 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 by technique. No matter how flashy the wine tastes, it doesn't make any sense.

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