The topics of these drinkers ranged from which woman in the red-light district was the hottest to who cheated and had his hand chopped off in the casino, and finally they came back to the topic of the new waiter.
Apart from being unable to speak, Wright's behavior is completely normal.
But in this place, normal is abnormal, so Wright, a small waiter, is a hot topic in his own right.
Wright didn't understand, so even though so many drinkers were discussing him, Wright remained unmoved.
The atmosphere here was very good for Wright. On the one hand, he could not understand the vulgar words of the drinkers. On the other hand, although he was addicted to alcohol, he had never done anything crazy when drunk.
This also indirectly proves that sometimes ignorance is indeed a kind of bliss.
At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and it was Sally from yesterday.
She is still as fiery and charming as ever, and her every frown and smile still makes the animals feel excited and their blood boil.
And she has only one target, and that is Wright.
When she went back yesterday, Sally felt more and more upset the more she thought about it.
Normally, I just have to make a gesture or wink, and if that doesn't work, I'll spend some money and those men will pounce on me and take off my pants.
This unknown waiter actually rejected himself so thoroughly.
But in the final analysis, what attracted Sally to Wright was not only his beautiful looks, but also his temperament that was incompatible with this chaotic city.
In other words, Sarika wanted to try something new.
Charles at the bar asked. "Is it still Bloody Laka?"
Chapter 62: Heaven Made of Hell Water
Sally has come here hundreds of times, and every time she orders bloody laka. Charles has never asked, and he always orders it by default.
But this time, Charles asked suddenly, thinking that she was going to do something weird.
Sally smiled charmingly, looking delicate and delicate.
"How would Charles know? I just wanted to change my taste today."
"I want to drink it. This handsome boy made it."
As he said this, he pointed to Wright who was next to Charles.
Sally twisted her hips and came to the bar, resting her chin on her hand, admiring Wright's face.
The more you look at it, the more fascinated you become.
Wright was also a little confused. Charles pulled him to the bartending position and made him work without a license.
He only reached the point where he recognized all the materials.
To be honest, it's a bit difficult for Wright to mix cocktails.
However, Wright is willing to try this challenge.
Wright had noticed Sarika's glass of wine.
It was too red and had a strong smell of alcohol, probably high-proof vodka. Wright tried using red liquor as a base.
Wright took out the tallest bottle of wine on the wine cabinet and opened the cap.
A strong smell of alcohol rushed straight to the top of my head.
Wright was a little dazed by the rush. He was clearly prepared but still got rushed.
"This kid is really brave. He uses Hell Water right away."
Hell water, as the name suggests, is water that will send you to hell if you drink it. It is a kind of vodka with extremely high concentration. People have died from drinking this wine, and just one sip is enough.
Wright ignored the drinkers' nagging and poured the Hell Water to the bottom of the glass. Because it was too strong, Wright didn't pour too much.
But this hell water is colorless, so Wright wants to dye it, and he turns his attention to red fruits.
Wright used a tool to squeeze out red juice and poured it into a cup. The hell water was indeed rendered red by juice.
But it’s not as red as it was yesterday.
Of course, Wright needs more than just red, he needs to use other things to suppress this hellish water.
Saccharin, something like the sour juice of a lemon, and lots of other things that Wright felt could be suppressed.
Wright didn't add too much, because too much would make the taste mixed.
Wright put the lid on and started shaking.
Different from Charles' showy cocktail making, Wright focuses on simplicity.
After shaking it for a while, Wright opened the lid and asked.
It's still too strong. It's a mistake to use this wine as a base.
And now there are too many things in it, and it is not supported for Wright to add more.
Charles expected that Wright would be stumped by this step. In fact, Bloody Laka does not need Hell Water as a base, and Hell Water cannot be used as a base. Generally, just adding one drop is enough.
After thinking for a moment, Wright picked up the blowtorch and roasted the container on low heat.
Charles was stunned for a moment. Heating it was indeed a good idea to evaporate the alcohol smell of the Hell Water, but in this case there would be no point in adding the Hell Water.
Wright also frowned, picked up a piece of ice and swung it back and forth on the steam, trying to use the ice to condense the alcohol smell of the hell water.
And this method is indeed feasible.
Wright used his nose to test it, and found that the ice was indeed tainted with the unique smell of Hell Water, but it was much less aggressive.
The wine in the container was warmed up and poured into the cup. Wright put the ice directly into his mouth and drank the cocktail based on hell water in one gulp without any hesitation.
The ice cubes tainted with the scent of Hell Water and the Hell Water cocktail that has been heated to a harmless state enter the mouth one after the other, and the two similar but opposite flavors blend into each other.
Wright's eyes widened as he felt something in his body moving upwards.
This feeling is similar to the feeling of opening the cap of a bottle of Hell Water and being washed by its alcoholic aroma, but not as overbearing.
How should I put it? It feels like I’m ascending to heaven.
This feeling is only possible with Hell Water as a base.
Wright felt refreshed and made another cup in the same way.
Wright missed that feeling very much, and just when he was about to finish the cup.
Sally's hand moved forward restlessly.
"Handsome boy, you were obviously mixing drinks for others, why did you drink it by yourself? One glass is not enough, you even want a second glass. You are really mean."
Of course Wright didn't understand, he just knew that the woman was teasing him.
However, it was this provocation that reminded Wright of his job.
Brought the cup to Sally.
Wright pointed at the ice cube, meaning for her to put it in her mouth first.
But Sally opened her sexy red lips, stuck out her tongue and waited for Wright to feed her.
Wright was speechless. This Sally had a snake tongue that was not only long but also forked.
Of course this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that her expression is too easy to be misunderstood.
Wright really didn't want to argue anymore, so he just put the ice cube on her tongue and handed her the Hellwater cocktail.
Sally also followed Wright's example and drank it all in one gulp.
Three seconds later, Sally began to hum.
Finally, a sound that makes people think about something.
Wright couldn't bear to watch.
Sally's neck and cheeks turned pink, and she looked at Wright with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Handsome boy, you are the first person who made me cum without touching me. I must have you."
Sally stood up and left, her trembling body no longer strong enough to support her twisting and turning as before.
Wright looked at the pool of unknown liquid left on her seat, frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Wright suppressed his nausea and cleaned up the stool.
Charles, recalling Wright's operations, fell into deep thought.
The unique aroma of Hell Water is the reason why Charles kept it as a cocktail.
Before, I just put a drop as the finishing touch.
As for Wright, he uses hell water as the base and other ingredients as dilutions, then heats it to evaporate it and condenses it with ice, completing this series of operations.
Charles clearly felt that Wright was taking one step at a time and every step was an emergency measure.
And his ideas are also very clear.
This can be seen from the fact that he used hell water as the base.
Moreover, the idea of drinking warm wine with ice in it is really a fantasy.
There is nothing wrong with saying it is a coincidence, and there is no doubt that it is genius.
Sure enough, young people's creativity is unlimited.
Come to think of it, I haven't developed new products for a long time. Since that person left, I have lost my passion for life.
A lot of things remain the same.
While Charles was still shocked in his own world, Wright made another cup and brought it to Charles.
Charles was stunned for a moment, then he mixed the ice cubes and hell water into a drink, picked it up at the same time, and drank it like taking medicine.
Compared to Sally's bold and aggressive behavior, Charles is much calmer.
Charles smiled happily.
"It seems that Charles Tavern is going to launch another incredible new product. What do you think of the name Paradise?"
Wright didn't understand, but Wright would nod.
Whatever you say, just click on it.
An incredible new product. This evaluation, especially coming from Charles' mouth, is of extraordinary value.
It's time to talk about my feelings about failure again. I'm used to it. There's not much to say. Let's just go through the motions.
I feel that this book is the one that offers me the greatest opportunity on the HedgehogCat platform.
If I have to say what my flaw is, it’s probably that what I wrote was not fan fiction, but original.
The road of originality is quite difficult for Hedgehog Cat.
Of course, I don’t deny that I have my own reasons.
The previous few original books had extremely poor subscriptions.
As for this book, after getting full attendance this month, I will open a treasure chest next Monday and make a final struggle to give this book a chance, and also give me one last chance.
My requirements are not high. As long as the average subscription exceeds 500, I will continue to update until the end of time.
This month, and next month, two months in total, if there are no results, I will have to give it up, and then I will write a fan fiction that everyone will like.
Hopefully, I can keep writing.
I also hope that my novels can bring happiness to the few readers there are.
Thanks again, everyone.
I’d like to add one more thing here: if you find the City of Chaos chapter boring, you can jump directly to the Holy City chapter.
Chapter 63: Uninvited Guests at the Tavern (First Order Request)
Moreover, the wine made with the water from hell can be called heaven. The contrast between the two really makes people want to try it.
