Chen Yang, with an expressionless face, capped the shaker and after a fierce shake, tossed it into the air.
Just in the blink of an eye, all the fine spirits inside the shaker were already blended together.
"Done!"
Chen Yang caught the shaker from the air and slammed it down onto the bar, shouting loudly.
The whole venue became quiet for two seconds, then burst into roaring laughter.
"Is this kid serious? Just a casual shake and he says it's a well-mixed drink?"
"Ha ha, I'm seriously blinded here. This is the first time I've seen anyone make a cocktail so fast. The liquids haven't even merged properly!"
"If that's what counts as cocktail making, then my son could be a mixologist too, ha ha!"
A group of people began to mock Chen Yang, their words completely merciless.
Chen Yang scoffed, "Cocktails, before they've met your lips, no one is qualified to judge their quality. You bunch of idiots can shut up now!"
After that, Chen Yang slowly opened the lid of the shaker.
