One man and two women, three lucky ducks, got their hands on these three drinks and hustled over. Lifting the stemmed glasses, they each took a sip, their expressions exaggerated as if they were savoring the nectar of the gods. Yuan Shanshan, on the sidelines, couldn't help but mock: "Such pretense. Sure, the bartender's skills are somewhat impressive, but it's not like they're mind-blowing."
Yang Fan looked at the trio who had emptied their glasses clean and commented nonchalantly, "Not bad."
Yuan Shanshan gave him a scrutinizing look. "Hey, you haven't even tasted the drink. How do you know it's not bad?"
Yang Fan didn't explain and simply spread his hands: "I don't know."
Meanwhile, peace was almost restored. The three people left, savoring the lingering pleasure, while Zhao Tianjiao remained busy behind the bar, arranging various bottles on the shelves.
