The transparent white wine was poured into the shaker, as the little beggar's hands trembled slightly. Fortunately, nothing spilled out. Mr. Yang, Boss Zhao, and the bartenders, they all know the bottle of wine that the little beggar chose is called Viboro. It is a very strong pure wine. It is very common as a base alcohol for cocktails.
It can be seen through the transparent crystal jug that the little beggar poured Viboro till about three-tenths of the jug, followed by six-tenths of tomato juice and one-tenth of freshly squeezed lemon juice, and finally, the little beggar added inWorcestershire sauce, Tabasco oil, salt and pepper.
The little beggar picked up the strainer, showing a hint of sadness on his face, put it into the shaker. Sighing inside, talking to himself "well, I hadn't used this thing for a long time."
The little beggar took the shaker into his hands. After all, his hands were not comparable to those of an adult, and holding the shaker seemed a bit strenuous, which made those who were not optimistic about him even more sneer.
As people around all know, when mixing drinks, the most important thing is the cocktail recipe, followed by the technique. The ingredients that the little beggar put into the shaker just now are really incomprehensible. As for the technique, his unstable and small hands don't seem to have any skills. But just when no one was optimistic about him, the little beggar made a move.
He simply weighed the flagon in his hand, and stepped back slightly. At this moment, his eyes lit up like two stars, his left hand was behind his back, and the right hand lifted the crystal flagon, suddenly He spread his five fingers lightly, and his palm was pressed against the flagon, and the crystal flagon suddenly spun in his palm.
The little beggar raised his right hand slowly, as the wine jug was always spinning on his palm at high speed, as if his palm had suction. It turned red, and the wine jug was spinning rapidly, like a red disc being held on the palm of his hand.
Surprised voices rang out one after another. Obviously, this little beggar was by no means as simple as most people thought.
What's even more strange is the little beggar's hand holding the flagon was gradually rising, and the spinning flagon was naturally rise accordingly, but it was still clinging to his palm and spinning rapidly, without any falling. His right arm slowly swung the palm forward from the right side of his body, carrying the high-speed rotating wine jug from right to left, from low to high and then to low, just like the sun from early morning to noon and then back to night. And during this process, the wine jug was always upright and rotated to fit on his palm. None of the bartenders present could do it with this hand alone, and they hadn't even seen it before. The young bartender who had ridiculed the little beggar earlier had his eyes wide open, staring closely at the sun-like red disc. 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 palm of the little beggar was not actually moved by his arms, it was also moving by itself, but the range of movement was very small. The palm is constantly adjusted, making shrinking and straightening movements, and his five fingers are trembling rhythmically like waves, and each time they touch the rotating crystal flagon accurately and in sequence, this is what he can do. The secret to keeping the flagon spinning and always fitting in the palm of your hand.
However, it is easy to say than done. Even if the rhythm is a little messed up, the flagon will immediately fall from the hand. The little beggar's movements are slightly shaky, but it is not easy for a child who is only eleven or twelve years old to be able to persist in doing this.
Just when everyone thought that the little beggar would end in such a dazzling performance, suddenly, the little beggar stretched out his left hand, which was kept behind his back. The wine bottle on his right hand was thrown into the air in a high-speed rotation. It was like the sun falling, which immediately caused exclamations from the drinkers.
But the little beggar's expression didn't change at all, his two hands seemed to disappear suddenly, only a faint shadow of them could be seen. This time, even Yang didn't see clearly. Everyone only felt that the fallen sun had risen again, and, in an instant, they saw three suns in amazement. That's right, three.
There was a soft bang, and the flagon had landed on the table again.
The little beggar was not in a hurry to open the jug, his eyes swept over the faces of the people around him, looking at those who were stunned by his performance. The corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, and the pride in his eyes seemed to light up a bit more. Only the sweat left on his forehead showed that it was not easy for him to complete these tasks.
He didn't wipe his sweat because a bartender couldn't get his hands dirty during mixing. He unscrewed the lid of the pot naturally, and poured the slightly viscous blood-red wine into a martini glass. Not one drop more, one drop not less, leaving just one rim of the wine glass.
The thumb of his right hand was sticking vertically to the inside of the glass, and the index finger was wrapped around the outside. He handed the glass of cocktail to Yang in an impeccable standard posture.
It seems that this glass of wine is not as transparent and dazzling as the previous bartender's Burning Flame of Love, and there is no flame on it as an embellishment. However, this blood-red wine can make people feel a strange restraint.
Yang took the wine subconsciously, and the little beggar's voice sounded in his ears, "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 burning flame."
Yang put the wine glass in front of his eyes, his nose moved slightly, he was surprised to smell a faint bloody smell, it was tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol to produce a bloody smell. The little beggar didn't say that, in fact, the cup he concocted had another name called: Bloody Mary.
Yang's gaze became hot, and he brought the wine glass to his mouth to take a sip. The eyes of the drinkers and bartenders all fell on his face, waiting for him to make a judgment. After all, cocktails are ultimately judged by taste, not technique.