Generally speaking, people who specifically came to a bar for specialty drinks paid more attention to the drink's color and style...
As for the taste, as long as it was drinkable, that was fine.
Yet the specialty drink Yan Huan mixed was bottom-tier in both appearance and technique, or rather, it could hardly be considered professional bartending at all.
However, the taste... was surprisingly delicious.
Just taking a tiny sip gave Anda the bartender a feeling like being thirsty in a desert for three days and three nights, then suddenly returning to an air-conditioned room to drink iced cola.
Refreshing!
"Gulp... gulp..."
Under the gaze of Yan Huan and Botion, Anda the bartender downed the remaining liquid in one go, letting out a breezy sigh of relief.
"Ah~"
"I have to say, your understanding of beverage flavors is simply miraculous."
Anda put the glass back on the counter and said with a trace of regret, "It's just not suited for this place."
Much like dining, this place was like a high-end restaurant where the ingredients weren't expensive, and the portion sizes were small—or you could even say extremely meager.
Yet the preparation technique had to look good, and the plating had to be exquisite.
Even if what was finally served to the guest was merely two pan-fried baby bok choy, it still had to have dry ice added to make it look like something out of a fairy realm.
Surface appearances superseded everything.
Yan Huan was like someone cooking with a dirt stove in the countryside; the whole process was utterly ordinary and even a bit rustic, but the things he made could make people eat until their mouths were dripping with grease.
Both adults and children loved to eat it.
"It seems my bartending career is full of twists