He couldn't help but raise his head, and a mischievous smile suddenly popped into his view.
"How about a Black Russian?" Ye Chenfeng asked lightly.
The bartender gave Ye Chenfeng a cool glance, then started to flaunt his expert cocktail-making skills.
Soon, a Black Russian was prepared and the bartender placed it in front of Ye Chenfeng.
Amid the envious looks from the waitstaff, Ye Chenfeng somewhat reluctantly accepted the glass.
First, he sniffed it at the tip of his nose, squinted his eyes to admire the slowly settling body of the drink, sipped gently, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Not bad!"
"I wouldn't claim to be the best in the world or the country, but at least in Jiangnan, my 'Black Russian' is the best in all the bars!" a voice brimming with confidence rang out.
The bartender looked at Ye Chenfeng with disdain.
"Not long ago, I had one better than yours!" Ye Chenfeng said, "Do you believe that the one I mix is better than yours?"
