Watching Yi Xiaofei's retreating figure, and after his exchange with the people over there, he stepped onto the stage where Leng Wushuang had previously mixed drinks. This scenario undoubtedly caught the attention of some. Many were curious, wondering about the youth who approached the bartending station, seemingly young with a handsome and clean appearance, except there was a hint of mischief when he smiled.
Yi Xiaofei did not speak, and many others didn't pay much attention, glancing over before returning to their own affairs.
But Yi Xiaofei, looking at the neatly arranged bottles on the bar, reached out with both hands.
Everything he had observed was etched in his mind, and for Yi Xiaofei, it was about his own innovation. He was quite familiar with spirits, and relying on instinct, he could blend a delicious cocktail.
