It would be more accurate to say that Bai Xiaosheng was interpreting rather than mixing a cocktail,
Beginning with a poem and ending with a sentence.
What is 'Encounter'? This is Encounter!
At this moment, it wasn't an intangible emotion but a tangible, delectable drink within the cup.
Each cup held just a little, and it had to be just that little.
The fragrance of the drink wafted through the air, stimulating everyone's taste buds.
Everyone present was holding their breath and watching intently as the cups of drink were arrayed on the long table on the stage.
Seven or eight cups of beverages, reflecting the light and gently swaying, sparked dots of light that instantly ignited everyone's imagination.
The crowd, seduced by the fleeting aromatic scent, involuntarily fell into the description previously given by Bai Xiaosheng, unable to extricate themselves.
Mo Xin was dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes wide and radiant, staring unblinkingly at Bai Xiaosheng on the stage.
