Chapter 5 (1/2)

Yang Lao's face almost solidified in the next moment of the wine's entrance, and the whole person stood there like a dull man. The original restrained breath completely disappeared, and a blush spread on his face instantly.

All of a sudden, without warning, his eyes glowed like two flames. ”Well, a good flame should be ignited from the heart.”

Boss Zhao asked nervously, ”Yang Lao, how does this cup of wine taste?”

Mr. Yang looked at him with an expression of excitement that could not be concealed. ”This is the most characteristic cocktail I have ever drunk, and it also brings me the strongest shock cocktail, because it really makes me feel the burning smell of flame in my heart. Only when you drink it in the mouth can you feel its difference. If you have to give it a comment, then I think two words are most suitable. ” Speaking of this, he pauses for a moment, glances over the numerous drinkers around him, and then says in a firm and powerful voice, ”incomparable.”

At the same time, Yang Lao seemed to be afraid of being robbed of his glass of wine. He drank it down in one gulp. Suddenly, he felt a burning heat in his chest, which made his 36 million pores seem to stretch out. After drinking this glass of wine, he actually felt that he had wasted his life. Previously, the word ”garbage burning with fire” was so appropriate to him. Yeah! I've been drinking garbage all my life.

No one will doubt Yang Lao's judgment. He is not only one of the oldest drinkers in Lihuo City, but also one of the highest ranking people in Lihuo city. Boss Zhao was stunned. The bartenders couldn't say a word, but there was an uproar among the drinkers. All kinds of comments spread throughout the open-air venue.

I don't know who said, ”eh, where is the little beggar?”

Old Yang suddenly came back to his senses and looked at it again. The little beggar who was still behind the bar had disappeared. He quickly turned around and seized boss Zhao, ”where are the people?”

”Ah? I don't know! ” Just now, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Lao, who tasted the wine. The little beggar was thin and small, which was really unnoticed. But in this moment, he disappeared.

Mr. Yang can't afford to talk to boss Zhao. His body shape flashes, and he is already at the door of the bar. The whole person disappears like a red cloud.

The little beggar handed the wine to Yang Lao and left the words. He walked on the street. He didn't walk fast, but he was disappointed in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was still a generation of Dionysian, but at this time, he was reduced to such a degree. With a long sigh, the little beggar shook his head helplessly. The look in his eyes did not look like a child of eleven or two. And in fact, it is.