Heretofore, the kid's hand supporting the spinning pot now gradually rose, resulting in the constantly spinning pot standing upright in his palm, without any signs of falling. He slowly lifted his right arm from his side, palm facing forward. Moving the high-speed spinning pot from right to left, from down to up and back down again like the sun's path from dawn to noon and then to dusk. Throughout the entire process, the pot remained upright, spinning in his palm. Not a single bartender present could do this; they hadn't even seen it before. The young bartender, who had previously scoffed at the kid, stared, his eyes wide-open as he watched the sun-like red disk. However, he couldn't figure out how the Beggar Kid had done it.
Wine God
Fantasy · Tang Jia San Shao
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