Chapter One Flames of Passion (below)

　　Yang Lao glanced at him, how could he not understand the bar owner's little mind, and smiled, "It's not a bad idea, little friend, what's your good suggestion, let's hear it. If you're right, this gold coin is yours." Without seeing how he gestured, a golden gold coin had already landed on the table. One should know that the most famous Flame Burning Cocktail of the Flame Burning Bar was only one gold coin for a cup. This one gold coin was enough to satisfy a month's worth of food for a three-member civilian family within the Leaving Fire City. 　　However, to people's surprise, that little beggar didn't even look at the gold coin, raised his hand and pointed to the center bar, and arrogantly said, "If you want to drink a cup of real Flame Burning Love, let me go there and give me the ingredients I need." 　　"You know how to mix drinks?" The bar owner and Yang Lao asked in unison. The waiter next to him was even already poofing in disdain. One should know that the profession of bartender was quite popular in the Southern Fire Empire. But without the accumulation of time, how could one become an outstanding bartender. The words of this little beggar in front of him could only make one feel that he was talking in his head. 　　Yang Lao's complexion became serious, "Little friend, honesty, is the most important virtue of being a human being, do you understand?" 　　Bar boss at this time in turn relaxed, in his mind, in front of him, this is only a bragging little beggar, and is not the other bar's trust. 　　The little beggar hands behind his back, coldly said, "Why don't you let the facts speak for themselves?" 　　Yang Lao frowned: "Can you really mix a better cocktail than this Flame Burning Love?" 　　An angry light flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and he said loudly, "If I can't, life to you." 　　Looking at the small beggar's eyes of anger, Yang old suddenly surprised from this skinny body to feel a kind of unquestionable strong self-confidence, and that unquestionable pride, this is clearly just a bottom of the small beggar only, his self-confidence is from where exactly? 　　At this time, everything that happened over here has attracted the attention of many people, the words of the little beggar also aroused the interest of many drinkers. Someone was already shouting, let him try. 　　The bar owner resumed his elegance, bent down, lowered his head and whispered in Yang Lao's ear, "Then let him try." 　　Yang Lao nodded slightly and said to the little beggar, "I hope you can surprise me. Boss Zhao, give him the ingredients he needs, I'll pay for the cost." 　　Boss Zhao smiled curtly and said, "It won't take much, how can I let you break the bank." Waving his hand, he signaled the waiter to bring the little beggar over. 　　Listening to their words, the little beggar didn't even stay a second longer, turned around and walked towards the center bar, the few bartenders inside the bar naturally wouldn't worry about what threat this sudden child could bring to them, they all watched him with interest and gave up a workbench with all kinds of tools on it. The bartender who had made the Flame Burning Love earlier even laughed somewhat sarcastically, "Little friend, do you need me to introduce you to the drinks here?" While saying this, he pointed to the wine cabinet behind the bar where hundreds of bottles of various fine wines were placed. 　　The other young bartender skimmed his lips and said in a conspiratorial manner, "Even beggars dare to say they know how to mix drinks now. I really don't know what the boss was thinking, actually letting him come to our place, aren't you afraid he'll dirty the bar?" 　　The older bartender glanced at him and whispered, "Cut the crap, can't you see that it's Old Man Yang who's a bit interested in this kid? Otherwise, do you think the boss would let him in after eating too much?" 　　The little beggar didn't seem to hear anything, didn't even look at them, although he was skinny, at this moment, his back was straight, and the arrogance in his eyes was a few points stronger, and even a few points of burning. Without looking back, he stated his request: 　　"One tomato juice, one freshly squeezed lemon juice, one Worcestershire sauce, one Tabasco chili oil and salt and pepper." 　　The young bartender from earlier couldn't help but say, "Do you want to cook or mix drinks?" 　　At this time, that Boss Zhao and Old Man Yang had both walked up to the center bar as well, and Boss Zhao's face sank at his words, "Do as he says, there are no rules at all." 　　The young bartender still chanted with some reluctance, "Wait and see how this little beggar makes a fool of himself." Only then turned to go. 　　For all of this, the little beggar is still as if he has not heard, turned around and walked to the hand wash basin specially set up for the center bar to start washing his hands. He washed very seriously, first wet his hands with water that were covered with dirt, then coated with hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands against each other, and then carefully cleaned one finger at a time, no matter whether it was the finger cracks or fingernails, all meticulously cleaned, and even his wrists were not spared. The cleaned hands contrasted sharply with his dirty little face. 　　That middle-aged bartender who mixed the Flame Burning Love first showed a trace of dismay, gradually, the dismay turned into gravity and seriousness, watching the little beggar's actions slowly nodded. As a bartender, in the process of mixing wine not only to be completely focused, but also to respect their own modulation of wine, which is both respect for the guests, but also respect for themselves. He saw a trace of piety from the corner of the little beggar's eye. It was obvious that he really hadn't bothered to listen to his side of the conversation earlier, but had instead used all of his mind and body on the mixing of the wine that was about to begin. Even if it was himself, it would be very difficult to do this if he didn't do it deliberately. But in front of this only eleven or twelve years old child, or a beggar, in doing these times but seem very natural, hand washing every step of the articulation without delay, as if perennial so general, his demeanor is also by no means pretending, and occasionally look up to look at the wine on the wine rack, the eyes of the devotion and fervor full of perseverance. Details determine success or failure, the middle-aged man who was also a bartender could tell a lot from this simple process of washing his hands. 　　A smile also spread on Yang Lao's face, muttering to himself, "A bit interesting." 　　After washing his hands, the little beggar took a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet with his hand, and that bottle of wine was positioned just where his height could barely reach it. When he turned around and went back to the bar, those toppings he had asked for had been delivered as well. It was obvious how long it took him to wash his hands. 　　The middle-aged bartender took the initiative to hand a clean jug made of polished crystal to the little beggar, who opened the jug and took out the strainer, his eyes showing a moment of trance, as if he was remembering something. 　　Around the bar has been surrounded by a circle of guests, they all want to see what degree this little beggar can actually do, just at this time, the little beggar has picked up the bottle of wine in front of him, to the mixing jug poured out.