Farce

"Young Master, which wild cat beat you up? Hahaha! The injury on your face is comparable to Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain!" Every time Zhang Rong saw Bai Xiao, he was always well-dressed. Even his hair was meticulous. In the end, when he stood in front of him with the injury on his face, it brought an inexplicable contrast and joy.

Zhang Rong could not hold it in anymore. He pointed at Bai Xiao and burst out laughing without caring about his image.

Bai Xiao's face turned darker and darker. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he turned around and was about to leave when Zhang Rong quickly pulled him back.

"Don't go, don't go, Young Master… I won't laugh anymore." Zhang Rong held his stomach that was hurting from laughing and panted. After a long while, he coaxed Bai Xiao and asked him to stay.

Bai Xiao had never been to such a place before. Usually, he would only run around his home and company. Now, he was very curious about everything.

Zhang Rong, on the other hand, was a regular at the bar. He called for someone to bring alcohol as soon as he sat in the reserved private room.

"Young Master Bai, don't look around. I won't let you bleed today. I have alcohol here. Just pay the sofa fee." Zhang Rong leaned on the sofa bonelessly and looked at Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao ignored him. He felt like he had seen a familiar figure at the bar counter.

When Hu Ke arrived at the familiar environment, the pent-up anger in her heart finally disappeared a little.

Although she had the title of a bartender in the bar, she didn't work at the bar. She was more like a recipe developer than a bartender.

Wen Huai dragged her to the warehouse. It was filled with her private stash.

Bars actually paid more attention to the atmosphere. The bar was filled with more popular alcohols like whiskey or brandy. When Hu Ke developed recipes, she would always add something else special. The secret ingredients were all in Wen Huai's warehouse.

"Xiao Ke, look. This batch is the newly arrived gin and tonic and liqueur. Didn't you say that you wanted to develop a coffee-flavored alcohol last time? I even found coffee-flavored liqueur. Quickly try it and see if it's the taste you want." Wen Huai rummaged through a pile of boxes and finally took out a small bottle the size of a palm.

After Hu Ke took it, he was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, she checked the production location and alcohol level.

At that time, she met a caffeine-addicted customer and the customer was already slightly drunk. She leaned on the bar counter and hugged a cup of Long Island iced tea as she wailed, "Why! Is it wrong for me to only want coffee-flavored alcohol?" At that time, Hu Ke happened to be at the bar holding a glass. She suddenly realized that she was still lacking in the taste of concocting alcohol.

Hu Ke later tried adding hand-ground coffee and instant coffee powder, but the taste didn't match. The combination of alcohol and coffee was very strange. She had her eyes on Lijiao alcohol, but she didn't expect Wen Huai to work so quickly and find it for her.

"I'll get you a Shaker cup and a measuring cup. You can try and see if these alcohol brands are suitable. The second box on the left is filled with various brands of coffee liqueur. You can always find the right one. The white bread slices are in the cabinet. The mineral water is there. Open the box and rinse your mouth."

As there were too many newly arrived brands, Wen Huai redesigned the layout of the warehouse. She gave Hu Ke a few instructions and went upstairs.

Hu Ke found a tasting glass. Wen Huai had found too many types. She did not plan to try them all. She only picked out a few with different alcohol content to see which percentage was most suitable.

Hu Ke had just finished tasting the version with 20% alcohol and swallowed it when a hurried waiter came. He looked like a university student who worked part-time here.

When the waiter saw Hu Ke, it was as if he had found her backbone. He hurriedly said, "Miss Hu, our lady boss has a conflict with a customer. She won't listen to anyone! Hurry up and take a look!"

Hu Ke stood up and followed the waiter. On the way, he learned about the situation.

It turned out that Wen Huai had gone to get her a shaker cup. In the end, a table of drunk customers was clamoring for a young lady to accompany them to drink.

Coincidentally, Wen Huai passed by. Seeing that Wen Huai was quite good-looking, the customer thought that she was an escort and touched her butt.

Wen Huai was also a hot-tempered person. She threw everything in her hand, and the two of them started fighting.

At first, the customer's friend was still fighting, but after being punched twice by Wen Huai, he joined the battle. When the security guards of the bar saw the boss being beaten, they naturally surrounded them.

When the waiter came over to call Hu Ke, the scene was already in a mess.

When Hu Ke rushed over, the two groups of people had already been pulled away. Wen Huai was still pointing at them and scolding, "F*ck you! How dare you touch me! Do you know that I own this bar? Just you wait! Don't even think about coming to 1943 again in your life!"