Dear Mr. Lu

From the moment he started pouring the wine, Luo Wencheng only cared about the drinks and utensils in front of him, and he didn't care about everything around him.

He poured the ingredients and closed the bottle cap, and shook the shaker glass with one hand. His movements were not exaggerated, and he didn't have tricks like passing the glass behind his back or passing the glass under his crotch like some bartenders. Unhurried and full of rhythm, the sound of ice cubes and liquid colliding in the glass is crisp and tidy.

Everyone was pondering over the ingenious sense of rhythm, but Luo Wencheng let go of his hand suddenly. Seeing that the snow cup was about to fly out of his hand, the next moment it circled the back of his hand smoothly and returned to his palm, causing his palm to fly , Fingers dancing, the chubby cup is almost as docile as a lip balm under his control, up and down, jumping and spinning, every time it seems to let go, but the next moment it seems to be pulled back by invisible sticky force.

That movement is really sharp and beautiful, flowing and flowing.

Whether it was Zhao Jianping, who was looking for faults, or the people around who were just watching the fun, they gradually saw the way, and their original laughing attitude also subsided, and the two bartenders were even more stunned.

It turns out that the shaker cup can still be shaken like this?

Finally, Luo Wencheng closed his hands, lifted the lid of the cup, and swiftly filtered the wine into the cocktail glass. The light milky white liquid was poured into the glass, and strands of light blue were still swirling in it, like silky silk ribbons. Luo Wencheng again Poured half an ounce of soda water over it, put a slice of pineapple in the mouth of the cup, and brought it to Luo Wenjun with a smile: "Try it."

As soon as Luo Wencheng opened the shaker cup, the aroma filled the air, with the mellowness of milk, the sourness of pineapple juice, the sweetness of soda, and the strongness of rum, which was both warm and mellow. Standing close People are almost intoxicated by the smell, and wish they had a longer nose to distinguish how much smell there is.

Someone next to him yelled: "Try it and see what it smells, you will feel greedy when you smell it."

Luo Wenjun's face froze.

He didn't expect Luo Wencheng to be able to mix drinks, and he was quite professional in reading gestures. When did he learn it?

But so what? Bartending is not a great job, after mixing flowers, is there still someone who respects and likes him?

Thinking of this, Luo Wenjun relaxed again. He refused to admit that he was also attracted by the wine in his hand, so he couldn't help but take a sip.

This, this taste... He hesitated and said, "It's, it's okay."

"What do you mean, can you taste wine?" A rough voice rang out. The pillar of "Golden Splendor", the bartender K rushed over from nowhere. He was a tall man in his thirties. Chinese-American mixed race, with profound facial features, because of professional needs, he takes care of himself extremely neatly every day. Apart from bartending and tasting, he has no hobbies on weekdays, and he doesn't like to communicate with others.

At this time, this person ignored Luo Wenjun's hand and took a deep breath of the wine, and then rushed to Luo Wencheng's side fanatically, grabbing his hand: "What kind of trick did you just do? I've never seen it before, God Hey, you guys smell this explosion-like aroma in the air. If the raw materials were not brought directly from the bar, I would think you added some chemical reagents. I bet that blue Hawaii is better than the average bartender. Ten times more delicious!"

Ah K fixedly looked into Luo Wencheng's eyes with fanaticism: "Is it because of the technique? Is it because of the technique? Where did you learn it from?"

Luo Wencheng smiled slightly: "Yes, my method is not only gorgeous and beautiful, but also more conducive to the mixing of various drinks and flavors, and the collision produces more wonderful effects."

Ah K's eyes were straightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Who taught you?"

Luo Wencheng shook his head: "Sorry, I can't say." Seeing Ah K disappointed, he said, "But I can let you taste the charm brought by this method."

He thought for a while: "Have a glass of winter sunshine?"

He quickly prepared gray goose pear-flavored vodka, a jasmine tea bag, lemon juice, liqueur, and pure honey, poured it into a shaker cup, added ice cubes and boiling water, and stirred it around with a stirring rod , The aroma of tea and wine was released faintly like fermentation, he poured it into a pre-heated crystal narrow mouth cup, and handed it to Ah K.

Ah K took a sip and exclaimed loudly: "Luo, your hands are so magical."

Luo Wencheng lowered his head and smiled. The unique technique is one aspect. The extra benefit brought by the big gift bag, which allows the things created by his hands to have a 20% effect bonus, is the key.

He continued to mix the wine very quickly, but in a short while, Luo Wenjun couldn't drink enough, so he distributed it to Ah K and the onlookers, and no one did not praise his craftsmanship.

Only Luo Wenjun's face became more and more ugly, looking at Luo Wencheng as if he didn't know him.

Luo Wencheng put a glass of martini in front of him, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

Luo Wenjun managed to squeeze out a smile: "You have changed a lot." He had already drank two glasses of wine, and he was a little drunk. His flushed little face made him look sweeter and cute, but the anxiety and hatred in his eyes made him see It's not as harmless as it looks.

Luo Wencheng knew that Luo Wenjun could not control his emotions as well as when he was sober, but now Luo Wenjun didn't even know that he had such a flaw. No booze.

Luo Wencheng said softly: "If you don't change, are you really waiting for your relief? Although the elder brother has repeatedly stated that he will continue to treat me as a younger brother, I just think that he puts all his energy on me and ignores you. I can't bear it."

Luo Wencheng fiddled with the wine vessel with his face down, raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Wenjun, those pale amber eyes were as clear as water, but seemed to be shrouded in black mist, bottomless, revealing superiority and disdain .

Luo Wenjun's eyes are also amber, but his amber color is bright and close to yellow. At first glance, it looks a bit like topaz. One thing to be proud of—you should know that Luo Wencheng’s pupils were similar in color when he was a child, very similar to He Mei, but I don’t know why the color became lighter as he grew older, and he gradually became different from He Mei, like a fake finally showing inferior quality Inherent.

But he found that the fake's eyes looked better after the change, and there was a disdain for him in it? !

Luo Wenjun was furious, and without even thinking about it, he poured the drink in his hand at Luo Wencheng: "What are you! It's amazing to be able to mix drinks, and you're not a thing that can't be put on the stage!"

Luo Wencheng didn't expect him to react so violently, so he hurriedly took a step back, picked up a wide-mouth cup, followed the arc of the wine spilled to catch it, and actually drank all the wine almost without leaking, his movements were decisive and beautiful.

The people around said "huh", startled by this scene, Luo Wencheng put down the jar with a bang, and looked at Luo Wenjun coldly: "What do you mean?"

Luo Wenhao is Luo Wenjun's reverse scale, no one can touch him, Luo Wencheng meant to provoke him to lose his composure, but he didn't expect Luo Wenjun to cooperate so much.

Luo Wenjun stood up, pointing at him unsteadily: "You are a counterfeit picked up by the Luo family, trash, I am the young master of the Luo family, do you think the eldest brother really cares about you? He just pities you , so what if you know how to mix? Even if you can mix flowers, it won't change the fact that you are an inferior person in your bones!"