As Hao Jian prepared the unimaginably complex "Spectrum of Lights" cocktail, the bar immediately surged with a new high of excitement.
Returning to Zhao Yating's side, Hao Jian's heart trembled as he looked into her glowing eyes, feeling like a lamb being watched by a hungry wolf…
He asked with a forced laugh, "How was it? My bartending skills are pretty good, right?"
"Hmm, they're passable."
At her words, Zhao Yating's eyes darted around before she cleared her throat and adopted an expert's pose, seriously offering her critique.
"Just passable? Are you trying to renege?" Hao Jian said with a sly smile.
"I…I didn't say I would reward you for anything," Zhao Yating replied, lowering her head guiltily.
"But I helped you out with the trouble Zhao Fan was causing, don't you think you should give me something in return?" Hao Jian said, his hand propping up Zhao Yating's chin. Although he wouldn't really take advantage of Zhao Yating, teasing her was still fair game.
