Upon seeing the venue for the cocktail contest, Ji Dong finally understood that Liquor God Du Sikang wasn't modestly trying not to take advantage of him earlier. His intent to win could be deduced from the arrangement of these thousand precious beverages. Without a doubt, as the President of the Bartender Guild, he must be extremely familiar with these drinks, and the placement on the shelf definitely suits him best. This advantage indeed needed to be balanced by the method of competition.
Du Sikang removed his coat and handed it to an elder bartender. His expression became serious, and, to Ji Dong's surprise, Du Sikang, who was clearly feeling guilty and ashamed earlier, was now brimming with zeal at the sight of the cocktail table and the thousand beverages in the cabinet. It was a realm of devotion to the craft only understood by bartenders of their caliber. Save for their drinks, nothing else mattered.
