Chief, Love for you is wrong

Hearing Qin Jing's words, the boy looked away from Shan Yudong and smiled shyly at Qin Jing.

"The list is mixing wine. In his left hand, he holds a measuring cup for mixing wine and in his right hand is dry gin. I just handed him that. It's called a Xueke pot."

Qin Jing looked at Shan Yudong again. His eyes were very focused and serious. What put the Buddha in front of him was not cold glassware, but a beloved lover.

His eyes are serious, focused, vivid and slightly affectionate. It seems that his eyes are not very important except what he holds in his hand and what he sees in front of him.

"Did you teach him how to mix wine?" he turned his eyes back to the boy.

The boy's face was stained with pink and shook his head at Qin Jing.

"I don't have the ability to teach him. He taught me all my mixing skills and skills! He has received the certificate of high-level, technology, teacher, blending, wine and teacher. I'm just a medium-level, blending, wine and teacher."

Qin Jing was a little dizzy. She didn't understand all this. She asked blankly, "do you want to make a tune, wine and teacher in the bar? I thought anyone can do it if they are handsome."

The boy smiled and shook his head at Qin Jing.

"That's not true. Bartenders are actually a very strict and serious profession. You'll see the actions on the list later. A good bartender's knowledge of wine is much higher than an expert who can taste wine."

She nodded thoughtfully, remembering that in high school, a boy in the class was fascinated by the handsome act of mixing wine.

He shouted to go to school. As a result, his family went to school and said that the teacher taught his son unevenly and wanted to learn how to mix wine.

She forgot how the incident subsided later. She only knew that the boy in the class sat down to study and never shouted to learn how to mix wine again.

Now think about it, I don't know whether the boy agreed with the family and thought that mixing wine was a No. three No. four business, or he was forced to study obediently because of helplessness and the reality didn't allow him.

Pour the dry gin into the glass, slowly lie down under the glass, lined with the ice already placed at the bottom of the glass, emitting a dazzling light like a diamond, gently shallow and transparent.

Shan Yudong took another kind of green wine and poured it into the measuring cup. When measuring the required liquid, he slowly poured it in, and then there was a kind of red wine.

"Tears of amber."

The boy's voice came gently from the side. Looking at Shan Yudong's look, he turned to Qin Jing with a shallow and bitter smile.

"The list is now adjusted to tears of amber."

Qin Jing stared at the boy in amazement. He said the terms Qin Jing didn't understand.

"Drygin 20ml + chartreuse 20ml + sweetvermouth 20ml + orange bitters 1dash."

Finally, he looked up at Qin Jing. His amber pupil was very shallow, but it showed a faint sadness.

"What I just said is the matching formula of amber tears. This wine was mixed once for me when I was 18 years old."

At this point, the boy lowered his eyes, his drooping chestnut hair pressed close to his forehead, and his long and thick eyelashes blocked his eyes, so that people could not see the emotion in his eyes.

Suddenly, Qin Jing felt that the boy was silently sad. Through his drooping face, a touch of sadness seemed to envelop the boy.

The boy reminded her of Mo Bai, who was young. It was also heartbreaking. She smiled at the boy.

"Hey, Hello, my name is Jingjing, but I'm not quiet at all."