Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 760 - 759 Why Not Mix a Cocktail

760: Chapter 759: Why Not Mix a Cocktail

760 -759: Why Not Mix a Cocktail

“I’ve got it!”

As Zhao Fan’s gaze swept across the bar counter lined with a large selection of bottles, he realized that he had once learned bartending.

Considering Hao Jian’s drinking prowess, it seemed like an unquestionably convincing proposal.

“I’d like to see if, aside from drinking, you can also mix drinks!”

Zhao Fan’s lips curled slightly, and he watched with an inward sneer as Hao Jian and Zhao Yating continued to flirt beside him, his fists clenched slightly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!

Ladies and Gentlemen!”

With the eternal smile back on his face, Zhao Fan walked behind the bar counter and then clapped his hands loudly, shouting a few times to attract the attention of everyone present.

“I’m so glad you all could come to my birthday party tonight.

When I’m happy, I like to perform.

Would you like to see?”

Confidence imbued Zhao Fan’s words, spreading out with his voice.

“We would!”

As expected, everyone except Hao Jian and Zhao Yating shouted in response, their eyes fixed on Zhao Fan, especially the women.

After all, Zhao Fan had the highest status among them.

Seeing him perform with his own hands was considered a great privilege—they’d have to be “idiots” to refuse.

And clearly, there were no “idiots” present.

“Good!

Then I’ll show you a bit of my bartending skills, just for fun!”

Pleased with the response from the audience, Zhao Fan nodded, smiling as he spoke like a gentleman.

Then he turned to Hao Jian with a slight smile and said, “But a performance by just one person is a bit boring.”

“Therefore, I would like to invite this brother to have a bartending contest with me.

Of course, it’s no problem if you can’t mix drinks; this is just a game.”

“However, considering how well this brother drinks, you must be clear about the characteristics of liquor, right?

If that’s the case, then bartending shouldn’t be difficult for you, should it?” Finally, Zhao Fan revealed his true intentions, smiling and asking Hao Jian.

The audience also discerned the hostility in Zhao Fan’s words, but they were more than happy to witness such a scene.

Anyone at Zhao Fan’s birthday party had some connection to him; they would stand by Zhao Fan’s side without caring about the feelings of Hao Jian, the stranger.

Thus, when they saw Zhao Fan’s purposeful gaze and words fall squarely on Hao Jian, they immediately began to loudly encourage a bartending show-off between Hao Jian and Zhao Fan.

Though it was called a performance, Zhao Fan’s remarks subtly turned it into a competition.

As long as he won, he would regain every bit of his face, and he had never once doubted that he could lose.

“Brother, since Young Master Fan has put it this way, I believe your bartending skills are no less than his.

Come on, let’s see!”

With one person taking the lead, the others followed with more encouraging words one after another.

It was a match without suspense.

Their behavior was merely to, in the end, watch Hao Jian embarrass himself, which would also serve as a spice to the whole birthday party.

“Exactly, is it that you’re afraid of Young Master Fan or just lack confidence in yourself?

If that’s the case, I’d advise you to leave Miss Yating’s side quickly and stop deceiving yourself.”

“Tsk, with your pathetic look, you dare compete with Young Master Fan for a woman?

It’s shameless and suicidal…”

“Such a man is what’s commonly called a kept man, but the kept man Miss Yating picked is of too low a level, isn’t he?”

Various derogatory comments reached Hao Jian’s ears.

Regarding those who spoke ill of him, he simply shrugged indifferently, not bothering with the bartending finale – he preferred to tease Zhao Yating instead.

But when he heard that the criticisms were spreading to include Zhao Yating, Hao Jian’s face darkened instantly.

He didn’t mind being insulted by strangers; after all, once he left today, he would forget everything.

But nobody was allowed to harm those under his protection!

Zhao Fan, standing behind the bar, listened to the people’s comments with his eyes narrowed and a smile that seemed even more intense on his lips.

When he heard someone dragging Zhao Yating into it, anger also surged in his heart.

Since when had his woman become their business to comment on?

However, just as he was about to redirect the spearhead of his words back towards Hao Jian, he suddenly caught sight of Hao Jian’s face growing increasingly gloomy, his heart leaping with joy, success!

The urgent matter at hand was to regain the face he lost today through Hao Jian; as for those who cursed Zhao Yating, he had Li Ming take note of them.

He kept the smile on his face, waiting for Hao Jian to say the words he had long anticipated.

“Heh, Zhao Fan, right?

To be honest, this provocation of yours is somewhat low-level.” Hao Jian swept his hand across his face, and the reddish tint from earlier drinking diminished rapidly, like spring snow melting away, while his eyes regained their clarity.

Don’t forget, after all, Hao Jian is someone who came from God of Death Island.

Without a bit of real ability, how could he be classified as a prisoner of the eighteenth level?

In Hao Jian’s eyes, Zhao Fan’s bartending skills are nothing but trash.

By looking at how he handles the bottles, it’s clear that this guy is just a layman who’s learned one or two cocktail recipes and now tries to show off.

Hoping with this degree to stir up the crowd and force me into a bartending competition, I just hope you don’t lose and end up gasping for air.

A subtle cold smile hooked at the corners of Hao Jian’s mouth, and a chilling light appeared in his eyes.

He then stepped forward, heading towards the bar.

“However, I’ll accept your bartending challenge!

After all, I’ve drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and bartending is more or less the same, simply mixing a drink, it’s easy!”

Hao Jian snorted, his gaze lifted haughtily as he looked at Zhao Fan with a voice filled with an air of pretentiousness.

“I’m in a terrible mood today and not in the mood to play.

Since it was your suggestion, you go ahead and perform first!

Just hope you don’t fail halfway through your bartending!”

“Hmph!

Thanks for your kind words!”

With his small capacity for patience, Zhao Fan’s face grew dark upon hearing the string of veiled criticisms of his bartending skills from Hao Jian, and he quickly retorted with a sneer.

This guy really isn’t afraid of death.

Bartending isn’t the same as drinking.

Don’t think just because you can drink and hold your liquor that you can necessarily mix a good drink.

Just wait, I will make sure you lose all face today and crawl out of here!

When Hao Jian said he should perform first, Zhao Fan took it as a sign that Hao Jian was scared and looking for a way to buy himself time.

Seeing Hao Jian sliding through his phone, Zhao Fan was convinced Hao Jian was desperately searching for cocktail recipes!

Even if you find a recipe, what of it?

Bartending is a profound knowledge, so let’s see, you outsider, how much face you will lose!

Feeling that there was no suspense in this suddenly escalated contest, Zhao Fan’s mood became slightly sullen, a touch of loneliness that comes with being a master, but this feeling lasted only a moment, immediately replaced by the anticipation of witnessing Hao Jian’s embarrassment.

Afterward, Zhao Fan picked up the bartending tools, a 1oz slender shot glass with a capacity of about 30 milliliters.

Then he held a bar spoon in his left hand and a bottle in his right, looking all ready to go.

The crowd, seeing this, held their breath in anticipation; witnessing Zhao Fan’s performance was a rare opportunity.

In their circle, Zhao Fan’s status was the highest, so naturally, many were eager to see another side of Zhao Fan.

As the bartending began, Zhao Fan’s eyes gradually regained their calm, and even his heartbeat adjusted to a normal rhythm in an instant.

Once in bartending mode, Zhao Fan seemed to transform into a different person.

However, Hao Jian glanced over only once and no longer paid attention, continuing to search for a recipe, clearly unconcerned.

He now wanted to focus on finding a recipe since the ones he previously used were not suitable for the current setting.

It would be a waste of time if it caused another sensation.

“For the Red Pomegranate Syrup, I’ll use Remy, for the cocoa liqueur, I’ll use this one…

and for the Bols green mint, this one…

and…”

Zhao Fan’s mind was fully immersed, lost in his world of bartending.

This was a bar where he could easily find the ingredients he needed, and he quickly placed six bottles of varying sizes beside him for easy access.

Having prepared all the ingredients, Zhao Fan then began his bartending.

“Each needs four milliliters, easy!”

Zhao Fan’s face was calm as he extended his hand, picked up the Red Pomegranate Syrup, and with a slight shake of the bottle over the slender glass, poured about 4 milliliters of the red liquid into the glass.

And as he watched the cocktail gradually take shape in the glass, Zhao Fan’s smile grew more intense, while he thought to himself: Hao Jian, oh Hao Jian, since you’re so bent on humiliating yourself, you can’t blame me!……………………