Miyamoto Hyuk placed a Colin cup filled with Long Island ice tea in front of me. He stared at me with cold eyes, but there was a hint of unnoticeable expectation, as if he was waiting for me to make a comment after drinking.

I held it and observed it carefully under the light. It had a soft appearance and a translucent and rosy color. This was very different from the Long Island iced tea I had drunk in the past. In other words, this was the real Long Island iced tea.

Put it to your lips and take a small sip. The feeling in your throat is very warm. The taste is a bit sweet, slightly sour, and slightly bitter. It is very close to black tea, but it has more hidden spiciness than black tea. It is tempting.

The breath fills the mouth, and the deeper you taste it, the more you can feel the gradual taste on the tip of your tongue. Miyamoto's bartending skills are really impressive.

"Nagashima iced tea is as beautiful and gentle as lemon black tea, but its low-key appearance and sweet taste hide impressive back-up power. This is why it is famous, Miyamoto-san, isn't this talking about you?"

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and said this lightly.

Although I was very reluctant to part with the rich Long Island ice tea in front of me, I still didn’t dare to drink more. Just kidding, this attitude... no one around me was unique, and I might have had a short-circuit in my brain just now to ask for this strongest cup.

Long Island Iced Tea, I can’t guarantee that I will still be clear-headed after drinking it all.

I smiled dryly at Miyamoto He and said apologetically: "I suddenly don't want to drink it, but the wine Miyamoto-san made tastes really good. I didn't expect Miyamoto-san to be really versatile. I give you a thumbs up."

Miyamoto Hyuk's face flushed slightly, but he immediately returned to normal.

"Check out!" I snapped my fingers at the waiter on the side who liked to talk nonsense.

He lowered his head and calculated, then raised his head and showed me a big smile, "No more, no less, exactly eight hundred yuan."

I reached into my pocket and took out a large handful of change and put it on the bar. I started counting one dollar at a time. There were a few 5-dollar bills and a few 10-dollar bills. I counted them for a long time...

This time it was me who showed him a big smile, "Brother, I only have 283.6 yuan, can you be accommodating?"

The waiter's expression changed, and he said to me with his eyes: Aren't you short of money? Why would you come here to drink if you don't have money? Are you showing off!?

I shrugged helplessly at him, took out a bank card from my pocket, glanced at him unconvinced, and deliberately yelled at him: "Swipe your card!!"

He was startled by my roar, but the discomfort on his face was even more obvious.

Damn it, how could Miyamoto Hyuk find such an unqualified person as a waiter?
Chapter completed!