CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: WON

"Sorry," the boy’s voice tinged with a lazy hoarseness, succinctly said, "Ugly face, scary."

Boss: "..."

You’ve said it like this, what else can I say?

Outside the bar, those who knew the truth were full of disbelief.

Shen Luoluo: "What did I hear, Brother Rong saying he has an ugly face? If he’s ugly, who else in the world is good-looking??"

Tao Ruisi: "Zhi Zhi babe is willing to lie like this to avoid showing her face, it’s really hard on her."

Only Young Master Bai curled the corner of his lips, appearing somewhat helpless.

...

After the whole place fell silent, the boy lazily rolled up her sleeves. She was wearing the simplest black shirt, making her slender forearms as white as snow stand out coldly.

Her long lashes drooped slightly as she picked up an ounce cup from the table, held it between her fingers, and opened a bottle of vodka with one hand, hooking the cap with her little finger. The bottle tilted, pouring the crystal-clear liquor into the cup.

Her measurement was perfect, neither more nor less, exactly 0.25Z.

The boy remained calm and focused on the glass in her hand, her delicate fingers holding the bar spoon to blend the liquor, her technique skilled and natural.

Despite the simplicity of the action, she performed as if it were a masterful art show.

Cola filled to eighty percent full, the boy took the prepared mint from the side, washed it clean, slapped it crisply in her palm, and gently placed it on top of the ice cubes.

The drink looked like cola, the green mint floating like a little boat on top. Lastly, she decorated the glass rim with a fresh sour lemon slice. The brown liquor, green leaves, and vibrant yellow collided beautifully, creating a visually pleasing spectacle.

"Guest, your Long Island Iced Tea is ready."

Her voice was soft, lightly tinged with a smile, mildly hoarse, cool, and restrained, inexplicably drawing out endless ambiguity.

There’s a saying in the bartending world, a good bartender can mix drinks and mix feelings.

The boy’s voice fully embodied the meaning of this phrase.

Did you see how many people on the scene were intoxicated by that voice, lost in those starlike eyes.

Even the well-informed boss was parched and thirsty.

The drink wasn’t consumed, but he was already drunk.

Next came the review time, and the four who had gone down previously returned to the bar.

Rong Zhi leaned against the furthest spot, arms crossed, lax and carefree.

Yet no one dared to overlook her presence.

The boss glanced at her before picking up that glass of Long Island Iced Tea and taking a sip.

"!!!"

The boss’s pupils widened, staring in shock at the glass in his hand.

The mixture of different liquors was perfect, the sour lemon juice and spicy cola mixed together, and with just one sip, the refreshing taste exploded and spread in his mouth.

To mix the most common Long Island Iced Tea to such a degree is a professional-level skill, isn’t it?!

The boss inhaled, taking another sip, this time savoring it more carefully.

However, the Long Island Iced Tea is highly alcoholic, and fearing trouble, he dared not drink too much.

"Ahem," the boss cleared his throat, grabbed the score sheet, and began, "The competition is scored out of ten, if anyone in your group scores over seven, the challenge is successful, and then you compete against the champion again, successfully challenging."

Previous groups couldn’t score above seven, so Yang Dong sat here all this time, with no one able to challenge.

Upon hearing this, he was uninterested, but the boy with the ugly face piqued his interest.

Though the other didn’t flaunt any techniques while mixing drinks, he oddly felt threatened by her.

The boss announced the scores of the previous four, none scoring more than two or three, the highest being 6.6, and upon reaching Rong Zhi, he raised his voice directly, "Rong Zhi, eighty-five points! Challenge successful, Yang Dong, you can come down for the match."

No sooner did he finish speaking than a wave of doubts emerged.

"Huh?? Boss Chen, aren’t you mistaken, eighty-five points??"

"Why, just twirling the spoon twice and mixing the common Long Island Iced Tea, can also score eighty-five points? Boss Chen, I suspect you cheated for him out of pity."

The prize for this competition is a pure silver thorn crown encrusted with diamonds, topped with a large thumb-sized ruby, and quite valuable, or it wouldn’t attract someone like Yang Dong.

Boss Chen really spared no expense.

Boss Chen’s expression was indifferent, sneering, "What? Dissatisfied with my scoring? Why don’t you try it?"

No one else dared to.

Boss Chen is a member of the World Bartender Association, quite a crucial figure in the domestic bartending circle. Didn’t you see Fox is just a bar lounge, yet so crowded?

That’s people coming for him.

Boss Chen only slowly turned to Yang Dong when they fell silent, "Come, hurry."

Yang Dong squinted his eyes, smiled, "Boss Chen, don’t rush, here I come. Little brother, quite impressive, earning such high praise from Boss Chen."

The remark carried an ironic tone, suggesting Boss Chen gave Rong Zhi special treatment.

Rong Zhi glanced lazily upward, "Thanks for the compliment."

Yang Dong choked, then sneered.

The challenge quickly began.

For fairness, this time, he could only mix the drink designated by Boss Chen.

Golden Manhattan.

Yang Dong was the first to move, he had some techniques, his shaker skillfully manipulated and impressively performed, leaving the audience nodding continuously.

Look, this is the true professional bartender skill, and the one besides him, does an amateur dare compete with a professional?

Yang Dong was confident, pouring and garnishing, in just three minutes, a golden cocktail presented in front of everyone.

Boss Chen nodded, looking as though he admired it.

But suddenly, those initially watching Yang Dong emitted cries of surprise.

"Whoa, can you even catch that?!"

"Don’t shake, don’t shake, damn gorgeous! The back toss is so smooth!"

Amid the surprised voices, it was all praise.

In the next moment, someone exclaimed, "No, look! Doesn’t this resemble that master’s signature skill?!"

The boy tossed the shaker from waist high, decisively and fluidly, with incomparable flair, holding whiskey in her right hand, immediately pouring it after the shaker completed one and a half spins.

"Brutally shaking, back to the bottle, waist tossing, impeccably standard! I almost thought that master was right before me."

Not only these people but Yang Dong also noticed the boy’s actions.

Without years of effort, one can’t match this standard.

His expression turned increasingly rigid.

Feeling like he was bullying an amateur, only to have the amateur slap him in the face.

Clearly a contest he could easily win, now became uncertain.

For quick victory, Rong Zhi showed off her skills directly, pouring into the glass, with amber liquor, crystal-clear and transparent, looking much better than Yang Dong’s.

The same cocktail indeed varies in quality.

Yang Dong’s looked deeper in color compared to Rong Zhi’s, not as aesthetically pleasing.

Who won or lost was evidently clear.

Boss Chen didn’t need to drink anymore; he directly confirmed Rong Zhi’s challenge success.

Yang Dong watched helplessly as that luxurious and resplendent crown fell into the boy’s hands, and then she casually handed it over to someone else.

Jealousy overflowed in his heart.

That crown, he nearly had it, had Rong Zhi not intervened, none of this would’ve happened.

Boss Chen couldn’t help but speak at this point, "Little brother, would you consider working for me?"