Chapter 2 A Generation of Wine Gods (above)

　　Transparent white liquor was poured into the mixing pot, the little beggar's hand was slightly trembling and unstable, fortunately, there was no liquor spilling out from the mixing pot. Yang Lao, Boss Zhao and the bartenders all recognize, the bottle of wine that the little beggar chose is called Vibro, a very strong pure wine, the so-called pure wine, is the lack of flavor, pure cleansing. As a cocktail base wine is very common. 　　Through the transparent crystal wine pot can see, the small beggar poured into the Vibro wine accounted for about three-tenths of the capacity of the mixing pot, followed by six-tenths of the tomato juice, one-tenth of the freshly squeezed lemon juice, and finally, the small beggar in accordance with a certain proportion of the appropriate amount of Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco chili oil, salt and pepper he wanted to add. 　　After adding these seasonings, the little beggar picked up the strainer, a trace of faint helplessness flowed on his face, but still put it into the mixing jug, and sighed in his heart, how long did not use this thing, but now he had to use it. 　　Cover the lid, the little beggar will be mixing pot into the hands, his hands after all can not be compared with the adult's, holding the mixing pot all seem a little laborious, this is even more those who do not look at him poof to the nose. 　　As we all know, when mixing wine, the most important thing is the cocktail recipe, followed by the technique, just now the little beggar into the mixing jug of ingredients is really incomprehensible, as for the technique, look at his unstable and also small pathetic hand, how is not like what ability. But in the absence of a person to look favorably on his case, the small beggar's hand moved. 　　He simply weighed the weight of the wine pot in his hand, slightly backward half a step, in this moment, his eyes are like two stars as bright, left hand behind his back, right hand holding the crystal wine pot lifted, violently five fingers flicked open, palm up quite close to the wine pot, only to see that the crystal wine pot suddenly in his palm as a gyroscope like a general rotation up. 　　Small beggar's right hand slowly raised, but the wine pot is always in his palm high speed rotation, as if his palm has suction like, inside the wine because of a large number of tomato juice, has been completely rendered into a red, wine pot in the rapid rotation, just like a red disk was his palm. 　　Surprised voices rang out one after another, it was obvious that this little beggar was by no means as simple as most people thought. 　　Even more bizarre is still behind, the small beggar that holds the wine pot of the hand gradually erect, that constantly rotating wine pot naturally erect, but still close to his palm on the rapid rotation, and there is no sign of falling. His right arm from the right side of the body slowly swung palm forward, with that high-speed rotation of the wine pot from the right to the left, from low to high and then low, like the sun from the morning to noon and then return to the night of the whole process. And in this process, that wine pot is always vertical rotating fit on top of his palm, alone this hand, none of the bartenders present will be able to do, they have not even seen. The young bartender who had ridiculed the little beggar earlier had widened his eyes, staring tightly at the sun-like red disc. But he couldn't see how the little beggar did it. 　　The only one present who can see how the little beggar can do it is Yang Lao, with his sharp eyes, he found that the little beggar's palm is not only driven by the arm, it itself is also moving, only that the amplitude of its movement is very small, the palm is constantly adjusted to make the contraction, the upward jerking action, and his five fingers are like waves of rhythmic trembling, every time accurately according to the order and that rotating crystal wine pot Lightly touching, this was the secret of him being able to keep the wine pot rotating and always fitting on his palm. 　　However, it is easy to say, but it is much more difficult to do, even if the rhythm is messed up a little bit, this wine pot also immediately back to fall from the hand. The little beggar's movements slightly appear to be raw, but can insist on doing these, for a child of only eleven, two years old, has been very difficult. 　　In the crowd thought that the little beggar's mixing wine will end in this dazzling way, suddenly, the little beggar previously collected in the back of the left hand also stretched out, right hand on the bottle of wine in the high-speed rotation thrown up. It is like the sun falling generally, and immediately attracted the drinkers a gasp of surprise. 　　But the little beggar's complexion did not change in the slightest, his two hands as if they suddenly disappeared, only a faint shadow could be seen. This time, even Yang Lao did not see clearly. The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, the fallen sun had risen again, and, in a split second's work, they were appalled to see three suns. That's right, it was three. 　　Just when the crowd thought their eyes were blurred, with a soft thud, the wine pot had re-fallen on the table. 　　The little beggar did not rush to open the wine pot, his eyes swept from the faces of the surrounding crowd, looking at those stunned by his own hand of three suns reflecting the moon, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned, and the pride in his eyes seemed to flourish a few points more. Only the sweat left on his forehead showed that it wasn't easy for him to accomplish this. 　　Not bothering to wipe the sweat, as he couldn't dirty his hands, he naturally and elegantly unscrewed the lid of the jug and poured the slightly sticky blood-red wine into a martini glass. Not a drop too much, not a drop too little, leaving exactly one edge of the glass. 　　With his right thumb pressed vertically against the inside of the glass and his index finger wrapped around the outside, he handed the cocktail to Yang Lao in an impeccably standardized position. 　　From the looks of it, this drink didn't seem to be as translucent and dazzling as the Flame Burning Love that the bartender had made earlier, not to mention the flames on it as a garnish. However, this blood-red liquor could make one feel a demonic introspection. 　　Yang Lao subconsciously took the wine over, and the little beggar's voice rang in his ears, "A true Flame of Fire should be ignited from within, and not flow on the surface. Because what it burns is your mood, not your vision. This is the true blaze that burns your feelings." 　　Yang Lao brought the wine cup to his own eyes, his nose flicked, he was surprised to smell a faint fishy smell, it was tomato juice mixed with lemon juice and alcohol turned out like blood. The little beggar did not say, in fact, he made this cup of flames of love also has a name, called: Bloody Mary! 　　Yang Lao's gaze began to become burning, bringing the glass to his mouth to take a sip. The gazes of the drinkers and bartenders all fell on his face, waiting for him to make a judgment. After all, cocktails were ultimately judged on flavor, not technique. There was no point in mixing a drink that tasted bad with even more flashy techniques.