"Here's a piece of breaking news. Our country's famous bartender and wine tasting master, Mr. Li Thaing, fell into a coma due to his obsession with fine wine. He tasted a recently unearthed fine wine from the Han Dynasty and passed away after 72 hours of treatment. He was 32 years old. "
"Mr. Li Thaing was the best bartender and wine tasting master in our country and even in the world. He won the Fidelity International Bartender Competition five times in a row and was the Honorary President of the International Bartender Union. He was also the Honorary Director of the International Wine Tasting Association, the only winner of the International Six Star Emperor Diamond Medal, the creator of the Six Senses Tasting Method, and the world's number one God of Wine."
"Mr. Li Thaing's achievements in his short 32 years of life were unprecedented. According to a friend of Mr. Li Thaing, Mr. Li Thaing took the risk to taste all the fine wines in the world. He tasted the unblended fine wine from the Han Dynasty and fell into a coma. Mr. Li Thaing's death is a great loss to the world's bartending and wine tasting world. Up until now, thirty-seven countries' wine associations have sent their condolences …"
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Five Elements Continent, west of the Southern Fire Empire, Fire City.
In the Southern Fire Empire, Fire City was only a medium-sized city, but it was quite prosperous in all aspects. There were only two thousand soldiers stationed here, but the security here was surprisingly good. The wide streets were spotless, and all the main roads were paved with dark red granite, unique to the Southern Fire Empire. Using this kind of rock to pave the roads was not only beautiful, but also durable. As long as no one destroyed it, it could be used for hundreds of years without a problem.
It was already evening, and the setting sun left behind a beautiful glow on the horizon. Flamehaven City had become more and more peaceful. After a day of work, people who weren't too busy began to rest, and various places of entertainment that were suitable for the evening were bustling with activity.
The Flaming Bar, Burning Passion, was one of the most famous bars in Fire City. It was located on the side of the main road in a prime location. Its main color was red like most of the buildings in Fire City, but its red was brighter. The tall two-story building was not its biggest selling point. What attracted customers the most was the open-air plaza in front of the bar.
The open-air plaza was about 500 square meters in size. In the middle was a circular bar counter with a diameter of 10 meters. The most famous bartenders of the Flaming Bar would mix drinks for the customers here every night. Even on rainy days, there was never a lack of customers. The canopy that could be pulled up at any time was more than enough to cover the entire open-air plaza.
There was no winter in the Southern Fire Empire, so the nights here were never cold.
At this time, the bartenders of the Flaming Bar (Burning Emotions) were already in position. The number of customers in the open-air plaza had also gradually increased. For them, this was the busiest time of the day.
An old man wearing a red robe walked into the open-air plaza. As soon as he stepped into the area, a waiter immediately welcomed him with a face full of smiles. He led him to the center of the open-air plaza, closest to the bar counter. The 10 tables surrounding the bar counter were not for ordinary customers. They were all reserved for the bar's VIPs. Without a doubt, this old man in red robe was one of them. Moreover, his seat was facing the street. It was the Jia table here.
The old man in red robe had a head full of white short hair. He had a rosacea nose, small eyes, and a short stature. No matter how you looked at him, he was the kind of person that was very inconspicuous. However, when his small eyes occasionally opened and closed, a faint red glow would flash through them.
"Yang, are you still the same as before?" A middle-aged man in formal attire walked over and gracefully bowed to the old man in red robe. Only the customers at the VIP tables could be personally received by this bar owner.
Yang said helplessly, "Other than your specialty Flaming Bar (Burning Passion), which has a bit of flavor, there's nothing else that can attract me."
The bar owner smiled slightly and said, "Please wait a moment." As he spoke, he turned to the oldest bartender behind the bar counter and snapped his fingers. The bartender immediately understood. He took out a clean crystal flask and quickly began his first job of the day. It was also the most important job for him every day.
Soon, the various liquors were poured into the flask in order. After placing the strainer and covering the lid, the flask immediately danced happily in the bartender's hands.
As the flask was made of a transparent white crystal, the color of the liquor inside could be clearly seen during the mixing process. As the bartender quickly and skillfully shook the flask, the red liquor in the flask danced up and down like a cluster of flames. It was a very beautiful sight. When the cluster of flames finally calmed down in the bartender's hands, the flask's lid had already been opened. The bartender poured the dark red liquor into a martini glass and shook it over the lamp beside him. Instantly, a faint red flame ignited above the liquor, and the rich and spicy smell of the liquor wafted into the air.
The smooth movements of the senior bartender of the Flaming Bar, as well as the aroma of the special Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail, immediately won the applause and smiles of the nearby customers. Yang was no exception. He nodded at the bartender, and when his gaze fell on the glass of liquor, his small eyes couldn't help but reveal an impatient expression.
Soon, the glass of fine liquor was delivered to Yang. He directly took the glass from the waiter's hand and took a sip, completely ignoring the burning flames on the liquor. He let out a long breath and praised the bar owner, "Good, the Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail is still the best. After drinking it for five years, this old drunkard still enjoys it so much that he forgets to leave. No wonder your business is so good."
The bar owner smiled respectfully and said, "As long as you're satisfied."
At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded from the side, "You call this good liquor? It's just trash. " The voice wasn't loud, and it was slightly hoarse and weak. However, it couldn't conceal the arrogance in the voice.
"Hmm?" The bar owner and Yang looked in the direction of the voice at almost the same time. They didn't know when, but they saw a skinny little beggar in tattered clothes squatting not far from the table. His gaze was focused on the Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail, and his dull eyes were filled with disdain.
The bar owner frowned slightly and looked sternly at a waiter not far away. Only then did the waiter notice the little beggar's presence and quickly ran over. "I'm sorry, boss, I didn't see him come in."
The bar owner waved his hand and gestured for the waiter to quickly drag the little beggar out to prevent him from affecting his business. He couldn't be too overbearing in front of Yang.
The little beggar stood up on his own. His face was dirty, and he was skinny. He looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. His messy hair hadn't been washed for god knows how many days, and his body inevitably had an unpleasant smell.
The waiter came over in disgust and was about to drag him out, but Yang said, "Wait." Without the bar owner's signal, the waiter quickly withdrew his hand and hesitantly looked at Yang.
Yang's gaze fell on the little beggar and said, "Little friend, you said that this Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail isn't good? I don't know where you've seen better liquor, tell me about it. "Pursuing good liquor could be said to be one of the greatest interests in his life.
The bar owner hurriedly said, "Yang, what can a little beggar like him know? Don't let him spoil your mood." The people of the Southern Fire Empire loved drinking the most, so the competition in the bar industry was naturally very fierce. The bar owner was really afraid that the little beggar in front of him would say what good liquor was in other bars in the city and attract this distinguished guest away. One had to know that Yang came here every day to drink, and it wasn't just a matter of how much income he brought in.
Yang glanced at him. How could he not understand the bar owner's thoughts? He smiled and said, "No problem, little friend. Tell me what good suggestion you have. If you're right, this gold coin is yours." Without anyone seeing what he did, a shining gold coin had already landed on the table. One had to know that the most famous Flaming Bar's Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail only cost one gold coin. This gold coin was enough to feed a family of three in Fire City for a month.
However, what was surprising was that the little beggar didn't even look at the gold coin. He pointed at the center of the bar and said proudly, "If you want to drink a real Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail, take me there and give me the ingredients I need."
"You know how to mix drinks?" The bar owner and Elder Yang asked in unison. The waiters beside them were already chuckling in disdain. One had to know that bartending was a very popular occupation in the Southern Fire Empire, but how could one become an outstanding bartender without the accumulation of time? The words of this little beggar could only make them feel like he was talking nonsense. "That's right," Elder Yang said.
Yang's expression became serious and said, "Little friend, honesty is the most important virtue in life. Do you understand?"
At this moment, the bar owner was relieved. In his heart, this little beggar in front of him was just a bragging little beggar. He wasn't an actor from another bar.
The little beggar put his hands behind his back and said coldly, "Why don't you let the facts speak for themselves?"
Yang frowned and said, "Can you really make a cocktail that's better than this Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail?"
A flash of anger flashed in the little beggar's eyes and he said loudly, "If I can't, I'll give my life to you."
Looking at the anger in the little beggar's eyes, Yang was surprised to feel an unquestionable strong confidence and unquestionable pride from this little beggar. This was clearly just a beggar at the bottom of society. Where did his confidence come from?
At this moment, everything that happened here had already attracted the attention of many people. The little beggar's words also attracted the interest of many customers. There were already people shouting for him to try.
The bar owner recovered his elegance and bent down. He lowered his head and whispered in Yang's ear, "Then let him try."
Yang nodded slightly and said to the little beggar, "I hope you can surprise me. Boss Zhao, give him the ingredients he needs. I'll pay for it. "
Boss Zhao smiled and said, "I don't need much, how can I let you pay for it?" He waved his hand and gestured for the waiter to bring the little beggar over.
Hearing their words, the little beggar didn't even stay for a second. He turned around and walked towards the center of the bar. The bartenders at the bar naturally weren't worried that this child who suddenly appeared out of nowhere would be a threat to them. They all looked at him with interest and made way for a workbench with various tools. The bartender who made the Flaming Bar's Burning Passion Cocktail smiled mockingly and said, "Little friend, do you need me to introduce you to the drinks here?" As he said that, he pointed at the wine cabinet behind the bar that had hundreds of bottles of all kinds of fine alcohol.
Another young bartender curled his lips and said in a strange tone, "Now even beggars dare to say that they know how to mix drinks. I really don't know what the boss is thinking. He actually let him come here. Isn't he afraid that he'll dirty the bar?"
The older bartender glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Don't talk so much. Can't you see that Yang is interested in this kid? Otherwise, do you think the boss would let him in? "
The little beggar didn't seem to hear anything. He didn't even look at them. Although he was small and skinny, at this moment, his back was straight. The arrogance in his eyes grew stronger, and there was even a hint of passion in them. He didn't even turn his head as he stated his requirements.
"One portion of tomato juice, one portion of freshly squeezed lemon juice, one portion of Worcester sauce, one portion of Tabasco chili oil, and also salt and pepper."
The young bartender from before couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to cook or mix drinks?"
At this moment, Boss Zhao and Yang walked to the center of the bar. Boss Zhao's face darkened when he heard that. "Just do as he says. He doesn't have any rules at all."
The young bartender was still unwilling to give up and said, "Let's see how this little beggar makes a fool of himself later." Then, he turned around and left.
Regarding all of this, the little beggar still didn't seem to hear anything. He turned around and walked to the sink that was specially set up for the center of the bar to wash his hands. He washed very seriously. First, he wet his dirt-covered hands with water. Then, he applied hand sanitizer to his hands and rubbed them together. Then, he carefully washed his fingers one by one. Whether it was the gap between his fingers or his fingernails, he cleaned them meticulously. Even his wrists were not spared. His clean hands formed a sharp contrast with his dirty little face.
The middle-aged bartender who brought out the Flaming Bar's Burning Passion showed a trace of astonishment at first. Then, his astonishment gradually turned into seriousness and seriousness. He nodded slowly as he watched the little beggar's movements. As a bartender, not only did he have to be completely focused during the process of mixing drinks, but he also had to respect his own drinks. This was not only a form of respect for his customers, but also for himself. He saw a trace of sincerity in the corner of the little beggar's eyes. It was obvious that the little beggar really hadn't been listening to his side of the conversation. Instead, he had put all of his body and mind into the mixing of drinks. Even if it was the bartender, it would be difficult to do so if he didn't deliberately do it. However, this child in front of him, who was only eleven or twelve years old, and a beggar at that, seemed to be doing it naturally. When he washed his hands, there was no delay in each step. It was as if he had done this all year round. His expression was also not faked. Occasionally, he raised his head to look at the drinks on the wine rack. His eyes were filled with sincerity and passion. Details determine success or failure. The middle-aged bartender, who was also a bartender, could see many things from the simple process of washing his hands.
A trace of a smile also appeared on Yang's face. He muttered to himself, "Interesting."
After washing his hands, the little beggar took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. The position of the bottle was just enough for his height to reach. When he turned around and returned to the bar, the ingredients he wanted had already been delivered. It was obvious how long he had spent washing his hands.
The middle-aged bartender took the initiative to pass a clean, polished crystal flask to the little beggar. The little beggar opened the flask and took out the filter. His eyes revealed a moment of absent-mindedness, as if he was recalling something.
The bar was already surrounded by customers. They all wanted to see how far this little beggar could go. At this moment, the little beggar had already picked up the bottle of wine in front of him and poured it into the flask.
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