The clear white liquid was poured into the shaker. The little beggar's hands were slightly trembling and unstable. Fortunately, no liquid spilled out of the shaker. Yang, Boss Zhao, and the bartenders all knew that the little beggar had chosen a bottle called Vipolo. It was a very strong and pure wine. The so-called pure wine lacked fragrance and was pure and sweet. It was very common to use it as the base of cocktails.
Through the transparent crystal shaker, it could be seen that the little beggar had poured about three-tenths of the shaker's capacity. After that, it was six-tenths of tomato juice, one-tenth of freshly squeezed lemon juice, and the last one-tenth. The little beggar quickly added his Worcestershire sauce, Tabasque chili oil, salt, and pepper according to a certain ratio.
After adding these spices, the little beggar picked up the strainer with a faint look of helplessness on his face. However, he still put it into the shaker and sighed in his heart. It had been a long time since he had used this thing, but he had to use it now.
The little beggar put the lid back on the shaker and held it in his hands. After all, his hands couldn't be compared to an adult's, so it was a bit strenuous for him to hold the shaker. This made those who didn't think highly of him snort.
As everyone knew, the cocktail recipe was the most important thing when mixing drinks, followed by the technique. The ingredients that the little beggar had put into the shaker were really incomprehensible. As for the technique, looking at his shaky and pitifully small hands, it didn't seem like he had any ability. However, under the situation where no one thought that he would succeed, the little beggar's hands moved.
He simply weighed the shaker in his hands and took half a step back. At that moment, his eyes were like two stars. He put his left hand behind his back and lifted the crystal shaker with his right hand. Suddenly, he opened his fingers and pressed his palm against the shaker. The crystal shaker suddenly spun like a top in his palm.
The little beggar slowly raised his right hand, but the wine jug continued to spin at high speed in his palm. It was as if his palm had a suction force. Because of the large amount of tomato juice, the wine inside had been completely dyed red. As the wine jug spun rapidly, it was as if he was holding a red disc in his palm.
Sounds of surprise rose one after another. Obviously, this little beggar wasn't as simple as most people thought.
What was even more strange was that the little beggar's hand that was holding the shaker gradually straightened, and the shaker that was constantly spinning also straightened. However, it still stuck close to his palm and spun rapidly, without any signs of falling. He slowly raised his right arm from the right side of his body, with his palm facing forward. The wine jug rotated at high speed from right to left, from low to high and back to low again. It was like the sun moving from morning to noon and then back to night. During this process, the wine jug was still rotating vertically on his palm. None of the bartenders present could do this. They had never even seen it before. The young bartender who had mocked the little beggar earlier had his eyes wide open, staring at the red disc that resembled the sun. But he couldn't see how the little beggar did it.
The only person present who could see how the little beggar did it was Yang. With his sharp eyes, he discovered that the little beggar's palm wasn't just moving with his arm. The little beggar's body was also moving, but the extent of the movement was very small. His palm was constantly adjusting, contracting, and straightening. His five fingers were like waves, rhythmically shaking. Every time, they would precisely touch the crystal shaker in the correct order. This was the secret to how he could keep the shaker spinning and always stick to his palm.
However, it was easier said than done. Even if he messed up his rhythm a little, the wine jug would immediately fall from his hands. The little beggar's movements were slightly shaky, but to be able to persist and do this, for a child who was only eleven or twelve years old, was already very difficult.
Just when everyone thought that the little beggar's mixing was going to end in such a dazzling way, suddenly, the little beggar's left hand, which he had previously hidden behind his back, also stretched out. The shaker in his right hand was thrown into the air as it spun at high speed. It was as if the sun had fallen, instantly causing the customers to cry out in surprise.
However, the little beggar's expression didn't change at all. His two hands seemed to have suddenly disappeared, and only a faint shadow could be seen. This time, even Yang couldn't see it clearly. Everyone only saw a blur in front of their eyes. The fallen sun had risen again, and in an instant, they were shocked to see three suns. That's right, there were three.
Just when everyone thought that their eyes were playing tricks on them, there was a soft bang, and the shaker had fallen back onto the table.
The little beggar wasn't in a hurry to open the shaker. His gaze swept across the faces of the people around him. Seeing how they were stunned by his Three Suns Reflect the Moon, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the pride in his eyes seemed to grow. Only the sweat on his forehead showed that it wasn't easy for him to accomplish this.
He didn't wipe his sweat, because he didn't want to dirty his hands. He naturally and elegantly twisted the lid of the shaker, and poured the slightly viscous blood-red liquid into a martini glass, not a drop more or less, leaving just the edge of the glass.
He placed his right thumb vertically on the inside of the glass, and his index finger circled around the outside. With an impeccable posture, he passed the cocktail to Yang.
From the looks of it, this glass of wine didn't seem as dazzling as the Flaming Bar Flaming Passion that the bartender had made earlier, and it didn't have the flames on it as decoration. However, this blood-red liquid gave off a demonic and restrained feeling.
Yang subconsciously took the glass, and the little beggar's voice sounded in his ears, "The real Flaming Bar should be ignited from the heart, and not on the surface, because it burns your emotions, and not your vision. This is the real Flaming Bar Flaming Passion."
Yang brought the glass closer to his eyes, and his nose twitched. He was surprised to smell a faint fishy smell. It was the smell of tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol. The little beggar didn't tell him that the Flaming Bar Flaming Passion he made had another name: Bloody Mary.
Yang's eyes began to burn, and he brought the glass to his mouth and took a sip. The customers and bartenders all looked at his face, waiting for him to make a judgment. After all, the final standard to judge a cocktail was the taste, and not the technique. No matter how dazzling the technique was, if the drink tasted bad, it would be meaningless.
Yang's expression froze the moment the drink entered his mouth, and he stood there in a daze. His restrained aura disappeared completely, and a blush instantly spread across his face.
Suddenly, without any warning, his eyes shone brightly, as if two clusters of flames were burning in them, and he said, "Good, what a great Flaming Bar. It should be ignited from the heart."
Boss Zhao asked nervously, "Yang, how does it taste?"
Yang looked at him, and his expression revealed unconcealable excitement, and said, "This is the most unique cocktail I've ever had, and it's also the cocktail that gave me the strongest shock, because it really made me feel the taste of the Flaming Bar burning in my heart. Only when I really drink it can I feel how different it is. If I had to give it an evaluation, then I think there are two words that are the most suitable." At this point, he paused for a moment, and his gaze swept across the many customers around him, before using a firm and powerful voice to say, "Unparalleled."
As he spoke, Elder Yang drained the cup of wine in one gulp, as if he was afraid that someone else would steal his cup of wine. Immediately, a blazing feeling of anger surged up within him, and the raging flames within his chest burned even brighter, making it seem as if all the pores on his body had opened up. After drinking this cup of wine, he actually felt as if his life had been wasted, and the little beggar's evaluation of Raging Flames Burning Emotion as trash, now he felt that it was so fitting. That's right, he had actually been drinking trash for his entire life.
No one would doubt Yang's judgment. Not only was he one of the oldest customers in Lifire City, he was also one of the few people with the highest status in Lifire City. Boss Zhao was dumbfounded, and the bartenders were already speechless. The customers were in an uproar, and all sorts of discussions spread throughout the open-air venue.
Someone suddenly said, "Eh, where's the little beggar?"
Yang immediately came back to his senses, and when he looked again, the little beggar who was behind the bar counter was already gone. He quickly turned around and grabbed Boss Zhao, "Where is he?"
"Ah? I don't know! " Just now, everyone's gaze was on Yang, who was tasting the wine. The little beggar was thin and small, and really didn't attract much attention. In just a short while, he actually disappeared.
Yang couldn't be bothered to talk to Boss Zhao, and with a flash, he was already at the entrance of the bar, disappearing like a red cloud.
The little beggar passed the wine to Yang, and left after leaving that sentence. He strolled on the street, and although he didn't walk very fast, his heart was filled with disappointment.
Not so long ago, he was still the God of Wine, but now, he had fallen to such a state. With a long sigh, the little beggar shook his head helplessly. The expression in his eyes didn't seem like that of an eleven or twelve year old child, and in fact, it was exactly like that.
His original name was Li Thaing, and he didn't belong to this world. In his original world, he was only thirty-two years old, but he was the world's number one God of Wine. He created countless legends in the world of bartending and wine tasting. The original highest honor in the world of wine tasting was a five-star gold medal, but for him alone, there was an additional six-star emperor diamond medal, because his achievements were incomparable.
In his previous life, Li Thaing had never left wine in the short thirty-two years of his life, and he was even more obsessed with wine. When he was invited to appreciate the thousand-year-old wine that had just been unearthed in his country, he finally couldn't resist the impulse in his heart, and drank a mouthful of the amber-colored wine that had already turned into a paste, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Li Thaing didn't regret it at all. If he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choice. Even now, his mind was still echoing with the moving taste of that paste. At that time, before he fell asleep, his last thought was that even if he died, it would be worth it.
However, he didn't die. Even he himself didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. When he woke up, he discovered that he was no longer the generation's God of Wine, Li Thaing, but a little beggar who begged for a living. His name had also become Ji Dong, and his mind was still filled with the pitifully innocent memories of Ji Dong. What made him most helpless was that even his entire world had changed.
It had been a month since he came to this world called the Five Elements Continent. Due to Ji Dong's original memories, language wasn't a barrier, but a dignified God of Wine like him had to work hard for the sake of survival. This was unimaginable in his previous life.
Li Thaing had never been a person who blamed others and the heavens. After three days, he gradually accepted his new identity. He even wanted to thank the heavens for giving him a chance to live again. At the very least, they didn't deprive him of his memories and his obsession with fine wine. Since he had come to this new world, he was no longer the old Li Thaing. Therefore, he decided to use the little beggar's original name, Ji Dong.
Ji Dong's memories were so simple that it made people's hair stand on end. There were no memories of his life before the age of five. After the age of five, he begged for a living on the streets. Other than a red string hanging around his neck, on which was a white jade tablet with the two words Ji Dong carved on it that seemed to be worth a bit of money, the only thing he owned was this robe that had countless patches.
In the end, he didn't sell this jade tablet because in the memories of this body's original owner, this jade tablet seemed to be very precious to him. However, he needed to survive and eat. As the dignified God of Wine, he naturally couldn't beg for a living. Very soon, he found the most famous Flaming Bar in Flaming City.
In this month, other than gradually understanding this world, Ji Dong spent every day observing the surroundings of the Flaming Bar. His understanding of this world was still very limited. He only knew that this was a country at the southern end of the Five Elements Continent, and their totem was fire.
Fortunately for Ji Dong, the people here also liked to drink. In the following period of time, he relied on the cold and hard steamed buns and dried meat that the original owner of this body had left under a bridge to sustain his new life. Every day, he would carefully observe the Flaming Bar.
Of course, Ji Dong's observation wasn't as simple as it seemed. He was also smelling and listening. The first thing he wanted to observe was the difference between the wines of this world and his previous world, as well as the taste and characteristics of these wines. That's right, as a little beggar, he naturally couldn't taste them. However, after transmigrating to this world, Ji Dong had retained one of his abilities, and that was his sixth sense, which was far more sensitive than a normal person's.
The reason why the International Wine Tasters Association had awarded him the unprecedented six-starred Emperor Diamond Medal was because of his invention of the Six Senses Wine Tasting Method. In Ji Dong's theory, wine tasting didn't just rely on taste. Smell, sight, hearing, touch, and other senses could also be used to taste wine. In reality, in his previous world, the only person who could do this was himself.
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