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Chapter 385: You Can Mix Drinks?

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: You Can Mix Drinks?

Great Xia’s Heavenly God of Protecting the Country!

Hearing these six words uttered from Situ Cheng’s mouth, his confidant was truly frightened.

Such a figure, let alone the current Situ Family with a century-old family title, even with an extra zero, what could a millennium-old family do? With just a word from Chen Wei, the Situ Family could be plunged into an abyss of catastrophe!

Now, the confidant finally understood what Ye Zhentian’s words truly meant.

Indeed, he wasn’t obstructing Situ Cheng but was trying to save the Situ Family, to offer them a way out!

The confidant’s gaze turned to Situ Cheng, waiting for him to make a decision. If Situ Cheng insisted on taking the Situ Family to war against Great Xia’s Heavenly God of Protecting the Country, then the confidant would not hesitate to leave.

To not leave would mean to stay and accompany the Situ Family, to accompany Situ Cheng in death?

The confidant wasn’t foolish; knowing it was a road to death, why would he insist on walking down it? He hadn’t lived enough yet.

One minute passed...

Two minutes passed, and seeing that Situ Cheng still hadn’t made a decision, the confidant grew impatient and asked, "Family Master, should I continue to gather people to trouble that kid?"

"That kid? What ’that kid’! Keep your mouth clean, that is Great Xia’s Heavenly God of Protecting the Country, you can wish for death, but don’t drag me down, don’t drag down the entire Situ Family!" Hearing this, Situ Cheng became extremely agitated.

Although the confidant was scolded, he felt very happy because it was clear that Situ Cheng wasn’t reckless. He didn’t plan to trouble Chen Wei.

Even if the person who died was Situ Cheng’s own flesh and blood, in the face of that absolutely powerful Supreme Level figure, all hatred could only be crushed and swallowed, knowing full well that there was no chance of victory.

Moreover, this situation was provoked by Situ Qing and Situ Yi themselves when they attempted to kidnap Chen Wei’s martial sister.

Chen Wei had spared the entire Situ Family from massacre, and Situ Cheng had to feel grateful for this mercy; to trouble him further would be utterly unreasonable.

Meanwhile, Chen Wei had already arrived at the Black Queen Bar led by Shen Meier.

"Closed today?" Chen Wei realized there was no one inside after entering the bar.

"We’re open," Shen Meier shook her head in denial.

"Then why is there no one?" Chen Wei asked again.

"I was worried that too many people might disturb our drinking. What if a couple of fools looking for death came to provoke you? This kind of place has all sorts mixed in, you never know," Shen Meier explained her intention.

"That’s true," Chen Wei found her reasoning sound and did not argue.

He walked over to the bar and casually picked a chair to sit down on.

Shen Meier did not sit down immediately; instead, she opened a small door, walked behind the bar, and faced Chen Wei.

"Looks like you’re planning to mix a drink for me yourself?" Chen Wei asked with a smile.

"Usually, only guests whom I consider worthy are privileged to have me serve them," Shen Meier flattered Chen Wei.

The following scene made it clear to Chen Wei that Shen Meier was not joking. Her mixology skills were high, indeed not anyone was worthy of having her personally make a drink.

"Here, please," Shen Meier pushed the filled glass towards Chen Wei.

Chen Wei smiled faintly, picked up the glass, and drank it down in one go.

Chen Wei had previously tasted this drink at the Black Queen Bar. The mixologist was quite popular, but the level of the drink he made Chen Wei could only score at eighty.

After Shen Meier took over, the same drink could score ninety-five from Chen Wei.

It was a high score, especially as it was judged against Chen Wei’s own standards.

"How is it?" Shen Meier looked at Chen Wei with expectant eyes and asked.

"Hmm..." Chen Wei pondered for a moment, then decided to honestly reveal his thoughts, "I give it ninety-five points."

"Ah? Only ninety-five points? Why not ninety-nine, or a perfect hundred?" Shen Meier was slightly disappointed; her cocktail mixing had always been recognized as perfect.

"Because a hundred-point cocktail can only be made by me," Chen Wei responded.

"A hundred-point cocktail can only be made by you? Are you bragging? You can mix a drink that scores higher than mine?" Shen Meier asked with skepticism in her eyes.

Yes, she admitted that she couldn’t match Chen Wei when it came to agility, but as for mixing cocktails, Shen Meier believed she should be the better one.

If she was at ninety-five points, then Chen Wei would barely reach the eighties.

And that would still be assuming he knew how to mix drinks.

"Don’t believe it?" Chen Wei asked.

"Don’t believe it," Shen Meier didn’t hide her inner thoughts and nodded.

"Bring the shaker and those liquors," Chen Wei felt that speaking further was not as good as a direct experiment.

"Okay." Shen Meier did as Chen Wei said, fetched a clean shaker, various tools, and different types of liquor.

She also wanted to see, in the aspect of cocktail mixing, just how good Chen Wei was and whether he was as exaggerated as he claimed to be.

He didn’t even use a jigger?

The technique does look very professional.

How quick!

In the midst of Shen Meier’s repeated astonishment, Chen Wei had already finished mixing the drink, opened the shaker, and poured the well-mixed drink into a glass with crushed ice.

Then he pushed the glass towards Shen Meier with a gentlemanly finger, "Have a taste."

"Okay." Shen Meier came back to her senses, picked up the glass to look, and for the first time realized that this drink could be made so clear; indeed, not a single impurity could be seen, perfectly blended.

But after all, the most important aspects of a cocktail are taste and flavor.

Shen Meier stopped overthinking, took a sip without downing it all at once, because the alcohol content of this drink was still quite high.

She didn’t want to get drunk too early.

"Hmm!" Her eyes immediately widened as if she had discovered a new world.

Without a care for conversation, she tilted her head back and drained the remaining liquid in the glass, not even leaving behind the ice shards.

"You, you really are a monster; how can you do everything so perfectly?" Shen Meier put down the glass, showing a wry smile, she had no choice but to admit that Chen Wei was not boasting – his cocktail mixing skills were outrageously high!

A run-of-the-mill drink in his hands could turn from decay to magic, a domain Shen Meier had never encountered before.

She even began to think that the Ambrosia of the Immortal Realm might not compare to this.

"As the saying goes, ’many skills do not weigh one down,’ they always come in handy," Chen Wei replied.

Being an assassin, a bartender, a chef were all excellent disguises.

In every domain, Chen Wei could achieve the extreme.

Once he took on something, he wouldn’t easily give up.

"What a ’many skills do not weigh one down’..." Shen Meier was too exhausted to retort.

Seeing her acting coy, occasionally sneaking peeks at him, and seeming to want to say something but hesitating, Chen Wei spoke up, "If you have something to say, just speak, there’s no need to beat around the bush."

"Then I’ll just say it," Shen Meier swallowed, glanced at the empty glass on the table, "Can I have another drink?"