God-level emotional system

Chapter 125
"I don't know where is the master now?" Bao Bao asked with a smile.

The so-called knowing yourself and the enemy will never end in a hundred battles, he has to explore first.

Only when you know the general situation of this person can you start poaching him. Anyway, poaching someone is not a crime, right?

But if you really can't dig it out, then let it go, you can't forcibly go against the other party's will and have a relationship with the other party...

"I don't have a regular job, but I can't starve to death." Wen Zhixin replied with a smile.

Hearing his answer, Baobao nodded with a smile. It seems that this guy is a freelancer, and he is probably a romantic person.

Maybe with his bartending skills, he can have food wherever he goes, that's why he is so confident.

That's all Baobao needs to know, so he smiled and said, "In this case, let's get to the point!"

"Okay." Wen Zhixin walked behind the bar with a smile, and asked casually, "You should also be a first-class bartender, right?"

"Me?" Baobao froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm a bartender with no rank."

Usually such words are self-deprecating, but Wen Zhixin doesn't think so. Baobao must be boasting that his bartending skills have surpassed that of a first-class bartender.

Wen Zhixin smiled knowingly, and didn't say anything mocking, but felt that Baobao's words had inspired his fighting spirit even more.

He is a person who likes bartending, and he has a real talent in this area.

The guest enjoys the finished result of the fine wine, while he enjoys the process of making the fine wine.

However, Wen Zhixin is always a bit young and energetic, but he thinks of himself as noble, and doesn't bother to participate in any bartender competition.

Because he has always felt that the masters are among the people.

So in the past six months, he has been to many cities and many well-known local bars, competing with those bartenders and learning from each other.

Occasionally, he will stop at a bar that has a good impression on him, and adjust the drinks for a few days.

What disappointed him was that he hadn't met an opponent so far.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom." Baobao smiled, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

"Brother Bao, are you so nervous that you need to pee?" Wei Xuan covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly.

"...You don't look down on Brother Bao too much, do you? I just want to wash my hands. I touched some dirty things outside just now."

dirty stuff?
Yu Qiyuan froze for a moment, then looked at her hand in astonishment.

Your uncle!At this time, I still don't forget to lose me! !
Wen Zhixin also followed with a smile. He had a good impression of Baobao. Washing his hands before mixing drinks is indeed the basic quality of a bartender.

How did he know that this was already Baobao's little routine, which made him subconsciously feel good about this place.

After the two returned to the bar, Bao Bao said, "How many wines do we want to compare?"

"To be fairer, compare three models."

Bao Bao nodded: "Then let's mix the same wine! Which wine should we mix for the first one?"

Wen Zhixin thought about it, and looked back and forth between Wei Xuan and Yu Qiyuan. He probably thought that Wei Xuan was a waiter, so his eyes finally fixed on Yu Qiyuan: "This lady seems to be a guest, so let She chooses a bar!"

He was afraid that Wei Xuan would favor Baobao, but how did he know that if possible, Yu Qiyuan would definitely favor Baobao more than Wei Xuan.

"Oh... yes." Yu Qiyuan smiled and nodded.

"Then trouble Miss to choose a bar! It's better to be very famous, so it's fair to both of us."

Yu Qiyuan thought about it for a while, but she actually didn't know which world-famous cocktails Baobao was good at mixing.

Thinking of this, Yu Qiyuan suddenly felt that she was a bit incompetent whether as a girlfriend or a bar owner...

"Then...Bloody Mary?" Yu Qiyuan said in a tentative tone.

"Is it possible?" Baobao looked at Wen Zhixin and asked.

"Yes." Wen Zhixin nodded affirmatively, and his heart relaxed a lot. This is one of his favorite wines.

In this way, the chances of winning have naturally increased a lot.

The raw materials of Bloody Mary are vodka, Worcestershire sauce, tomato juice, black pepper, refined salt and so on.

This is a popular cocktail in the world. It can be seen from the raw materials. It has four flavors of spicy, sweet, sour and salty. It is a very stimulating wine.

Baoba immediately took out two identical ingredients and put them on the bar.

"Later, we will taste each other's wine and compare it with our own wine in our hearts. If the two of us have different opinions and cannot convince each other, then let the third person taste the wine. No matter who wins, I hope you will cooperate with me to write down the results." Wen Zhixin said.

"no problem."

"Then let's start separately!" Wen Zhixin laughed.

"Please." Bao Bao stretched out his hand with a smile.

Wen Zhixin took a deep breath, calmed down his slightly nervous mood, and began to prepare methodically with his hands.

Seeing this, Baobao withdrew his gaze and began to make his own adjustments.

The bright red juice of Bloody Mary is like the blood of a young girl, both weird and seductive. Seeing it in a dark place filled with feasting and feasting, the enchanting charm produced makes people feel inexplicably yearning.

Coupled with the terrifying and bizarre background of the origin of the name of this wine, the emerging young people are full of interest in it.

After Baobao and Wen Zhixin finished their adjustments, they looked at each other's finished products. From the appearance point of view, there was almost no difference, except for the slightly different size of celery root used.

Neither of them spoke, they just gestured to each other with their eyes, then crossed their hands and reached out to serve each other's wine.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qiyuan froze for a moment, an unharmonious thought suddenly flashed in her head.

Why does it feel like drinking a cup of wine?

Baobao took a sip of the habit, then closed his eyes and savored it carefully.

A sommelier does not necessarily have to have superb bartending skills, but a top bartender, dare not say top, at least he can be a good sommelier.

Wen Zhixin's skills are really good, he doesn't need to think too much, he knows that he is much better than that guy Zheng Sijun as soon as he enters.

Generally speaking, the bartender certificate does not fully represent the strength of a bartender. In other words, it is possible that a second-level bartender is better than a first-level bartender.

However, Wen Zhixin's strength is indeed worthy of this certificate.

It's just that if you want to compare with him, it's still a little bit worse.This is Baobao's final evaluation.

After all, his technique is the perfect technique inherited from the system.

Moreover, in terms of some wine preparation methods, the methods obtained from the system are slightly different from the common methods used by the public, but they are even better.

This should be the improved method of the system, an advantage that others will never be able to compare.

Wen Zhixin has already taken his fourth sip of wine, his brows have been stretched and confident at the beginning, and now they are slightly furrowed.

He could feel that the wine that Baobao concocted seemed to be better than his.

This made him a little hard to accept. At one time, he felt that his mentality must be unstable, which caused his perception to be unbalanced, so he just kept on tasting.

To be honest, after killing so many bartenders in a row, his mentality is indeed not as peaceful as before, and he has become a little swollen.

In fact, rather than saying that he couldn't believe that someone could defeat him, it's better to say that he didn't want to believe it.

It wasn't until the fourth sip that Wen Zhixin put down his wine glass. Although his brows were tightly furrowed, he admitted straightforwardly: "I lost this glass of wine..."

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(End of this chapter)