Chapter 57 Happy birthday, small year
"Oh." Nian Ling responded and returned to the bar awkwardly.
In fact, she didn't know why she had such a problem at that time.
Maybe, I think it will be over if I have seven days left to repay my kindness.
Although she did not do anything great to Jin Yan, Yang Xiu said that Jin Yan's insomnia has been cured inexplicably recently, and it may be her credit for the final analysis.
And maybe...
The New Year's Ring shook his head, that thought cannot be opened!
At this time, Jin Yan put down the work in his hand, sat down at the bar where she was standing for the first time, handed the milk tea cup to the annual ring, and said simply: "It's finished."
"Ah?" Nian Ling looked at the empty cup, a little strange. She finished drinking a full cup of milk tea in one minute?
Jin Yan turned out to be a buffalo.
Thinking of it, the annual ring took over the empty cup and asked, "Is there any more?"
"Um."
"But if you drink too much sweetness at night, it will be bad for your health."
"Then let's drink bitterly." Jin Yan's eyes fell on the bottles and jars in the wine cabinet behind the bar.
After looking at Nian Lunar, he suddenly realized what Jin Yan meant: "Do you want to drink?"
"Um."
Another faint response was Qingqing. The annual ring felt a little strange. According to the principle, she was the one who wanted to drink. After all, the repayment of kindness was about to end, and she was the one who should "celebrate".
But, Nian Ring looked at the wine rack and asked a stupid question: "What wine is bitter?"
“There are always some wines that are bitter.”
Jin Yan's answer is always short, but after many days of getting along with each other, he felt that his words were meaningful, but she could not find the hidden meanings.
Nodded, the annual rings turned around and met the wine cabinet: "Uncle...what kind of wine is bitter, I'll give it to you."
“Not here.”
"..." Then you still say!
The fingers that the annual ring reached to the wine cabinet stopped, turned around and looked at him with some complaints, as if he had been teased by him.
But he smiled and said, "It's OK to adjust."
"Do you mix with your bar?" The annual rings became interested. She often had colorful wines in the bars on TV. They looked very good, but they had never tried them. After all, she just turned eighteen three months ago.
As soon as I became an adult, I had not experienced a colorful life, but I was sad about spring and autumn and penetrated the sea.
Of course, she also secretly stole Liu Zhensheng's stepfather's wine when she was studying. It tasted very good. Moreover, she personally tested the experiment and she was sure that her alcohol tolerance was not bad. If Ms. Nian had not asked her to kneel on the keyboard with her stepfather, she promised that her alcohol tolerance would be comparable to her stepfather's wine.
Thinking of this, the annual ring was excited and immediately asked: "How to adjust it? Uncle, do you know how to do it? Can you teach me?"
Looking at the excitement in the rings, Jin Yan flashed a deep gaze, and in a blink of an eye, he spoke: "There are mugwort and fennel in the cabinet, take it out, and..."
"Do you want to add fennel?"
The curiosity of the wine in the year rings became increasingly strong. Under Jin Yan's guidance, he was slowing down for an hour and did not notice that the clothes in the laundry room had been washed. He focused on matching two glasses of green wine with blue flames.
The beauty of the wine is beyond the imagination of the annual rings.
Lying on the table, the annual rings were very satisfied, and their eyes looked at the flames: "Uncle Jin, what's the name of this wine?"
"Absinthe." Jin Yan took the wine glass and stared at the flames, thinking about something.
"Wow, it's very bitter when I hear the name." Nian Ling said, becoming more and more excited, and suddenly she was eager to try it out for a moment, "Then can I taste a drink?"
"No, children cannot drink strong alcohol." Jin Yan rejected her request for the first time, leaving no room for anything.
After hearing this, Nian Ling became curious about absinthe for a moment, and she took out her identity certificate and argued: "Why? Uncle, you don't know, I'm already an adult, I was three months ago..."
"I know." Before the annual rings could finish their speech, Jin Yan had already drunk a glass of wine.
The words blurted out, with quietness and hoarseness, as if the secret hidden in the heart, accidentally surfaced.
The rings were stunned and looked at him in surprise. The obsidian-like eyes under the eyelashes seemed to be surging something.
After a long time, he continued to speak: "It's three months late, happy birthday, Little New Year."
"ha?"
Chapter completed!