He must have thought that I had choked on my drink, because at this time the cocktail boy had left, and there was still an unfinished cocktail sitting where he had just been sitting.

Gradually, the bar became unusually quiet, but I didn't notice anything at the bar. I was still drinking beer stupidly, with the faint smell of alcohol lingering in my heart. I felt much better. No wonder so many people like to borrow alcohol.

To relieve sorrow!

At this time, the waiter who liked to make trouble looked at me with a smile on his face, and finally spoke, because he had always spoken with his eyes before, his voice was low, but his tone was very lively: "Look at you like this

I'm just drinking to drown my sorrows. Beer is nothing, I should drink strong liquor."

"You will get a kickback if I drink more, right!?" I put down the bottle and looked at him directly. Before he could answer, I continued to say at the top of my voice: "Okay, make me a cup of Long Island ice tea.

"

The waiter seemed very satisfied with my answer and said with a slight smile: "Do you want our best Long Island ice tea?"

I glanced at him with an idiot look and said vaguely: "Nonsense, of course I want the best Long Island iced tea."

"The owner of our shop is Japanese and can make the best Long Island iced tea." He looked at me proudly.

"Then let your boss handle it." I was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

"Then the price..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I can afford it!" Why does this waiter talk so much nonsense?

A few minutes later...

"Excuse me, the Long Island Iced Tea you want...do you want more or less lemon juice?"

A cold male voice sounded. I was stunned by this voice. This voice... was so familiar...

I looked up suddenly, and the familiar black-rimmed glasses, distant eyes, and indifferent temperament occupied my sight.

I was shocked. It turned out that the owner of this bar was...him.
Chapter completed!