No one believes that juice can also be divided into seven colors.
However, in the face of everyone's doubts, Chu Chu was not worried at all.
However, Zhang Yang said that he would make a cup of Seven-Color Orchard specially for himself, and she suddenly felt elated.
Chu Chu didn't know Zhang Yang's true feelings for her, and even felt that she had some wishful thinking. But now Zhang Yang's reaction gave her a glimmer of hope.
"Making seven-color juice? This is the first time I've heard of it."
"Yes! Is it true or false?"
"Can juice also produce seven different colors? It's incredible."
…
After a few seconds of silence in the bar, everyone started talking to each other again.
Seeing Zhang Yang always smiling lightly in the face of everyone's doubts, as if he had the pearls of wisdom in his hand, Aisen was a little unsure.
Especially when he noticed that even Chu Chu didn't seem to be worried at all, she just looked at Zhang Yang affectionately, as if she was very confident, and couldn't help but said: "Who knows if you are addicted to bragging? How could juice be possible?"
Make it colorful."
"Note, it's not colorful, it's just very similar." Zhang Yang corrected him immediately.
"You must be seven different colors." Eisen narrowed his eyes and said.
"Yes, it is just like a rainbow, and the order of colors is also the same as a rainbow. However, I call it the Seven Color Orchard because it is juice." Zhang Yang said firmly.
"Haha, let's take a look."
"In that case, I'll make a cup of it and give it to our beautiful Miss Chu Chu."
I originally thought that Zhang Yang was just talking, but I didn't expect that he would actually take action, so everyone couldn't help but wait and see.
Some people even quietly took out their mobile phones and prepared to take pictures of the whole process.
In fact, just now, someone has quietly logged into the Internet, looking for information about Zhang Yang.
Unfortunately, due to the pronunciation, I tried several times and added many keywords before I finally found reports about Zhang Yang.
It took a lot of effort to translate the text of those comments.
Therefore, the emergency rescue at the scene of Zhang Yang's car accident and the free clinic at the entrance of Donghai People's Hospital began to spread in the bar.
Unfortunately, the time is too short to understand the full truth.
But even so, the way many people looked at Zhang Yang began to change.
Not to mention anything else, just the scene of forcefully opening the door made people stunned.
Thinking of how easily he had caught Aisen's wrist just now, everyone was even more convinced.
The oriental young man in front of me must not be an ordinary person.
But everyone still expressed doubts about using fruit juice to make drinks with seven colors and seven flavors.
Not to mention seeing this before, this is the first time I heard about it.
"Then you should hurry up and take action!" Aisen urged.
"I suddenly changed my mind again." Zhang Yang said coldly.
"Haha, you don't mean to tell us that it was all a joke just now. You don't know how to make any seven-color orchard. Unfortunately, we will not forgive you." Eisen sneered.
"No, no, no! I must make the juice. But I suddenly want to challenge it to a higher level of difficulty."
"Higher difficulty...what do you mean?" Eisen frowned, "Is it possible that you plan to create more than seven colors?!"
"You can try it!" After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he said to Wells who had already prepared a cup of Flame Lover, "Mr. Wells, can you lend me the bar?"
"certainly!"
Wells said, ready to take out the lighter and light the flame lover.
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and took a step ahead of him, swiping a swipe on the red cocktail.
boom!
Immediately, the flames rose and the red liquid suddenly burned.
Everyone exclaimed again.
Only Wells just smiled at Zhang Yang, then opened the small door of the bar and stood aside.
The bar also sells drinks and juices.
Especially juice is very popular among women.
In the corner of the bar, there is a multifunctional wall-breaking juicer.
The refrigerator compartment below is filled with oranges, mangoes, pineapples, grapes and other kinds of fresh fruits. There are probably more than a dozen kinds.
Zhang Yang took out a glass, put a few ice cubes in with ice clips, then walked to the fruits next to the juicer and started picking them.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
When everyone was getting impatient, they saw a sharp fruit knife in his hand.
The sharp blade rotates rapidly in the palm of the hand, reflecting various colors of light under the colorful neon lights, which is dazzling.
In less than a minute, the skin of the snow pear in his hand had been peeled off, revealing the snow-white flesh.
Then came dragon fruit, sweet orange, green apple...
Like a magic trick, the peel is peeled off and the core is peeled off one after another.
Then, he carefully cut the darker flesh of the fruit into slices as thin as silkworm wings with a fruit knife, and carefully placed them in the glass...
In a short time, ten kinds of fruit slices of different colors were placed in the cup.
These bright pulps reflect different levels of colors against the ice cubes at the bottom and look particularly beautiful under the light.
"Ten colors, really ten colors!" someone shouted.
"It's amazing, those hands are like precision processing instruments!"
"Oh! Now, I really believe that he is a famous doctor. Those are a pair of hands holding a scalpel!"
"I look more like an artist."
"Hey, it's possible for a chef too! The Chinese chef's knife skills are so amazing, he can cut tofu into shreds!"
…
After hearing everyone's discussion and looking at Zhang Yang's technique just now, Aisen was also shocked.
However, he didn't feel like giving up just yet.
He curled his lips and said mockingly: "Is this juice? I think it's more like a fruit salad. Do you want me to find you some salad dressing?"
When Aisen said this, several young people he was friends with also started making noises.
"Yes, this is fruit, not juice."
"I guess that's it. Once it turns into juice, it will be diluted together and the color will be indistinguishable."
"It seems that we have all been deceived by this guy. But considering his knife skills, let's forgive him!"
…
Seeing that Zhang Yang did not explain, everyone thought that Zhang Yang's performance was over, and they suddenly felt like they were being teased.
However, his dazzling sword skills just now have conquered many people, so even so, the voices of doubt are much smaller than before.
Chu Chu looked at Zhang Yang with some surprise.
Originally, she thought Zhang Yang would retaliate fiercely against Aisen's provocation like he did when he solved the problem in Zhi Shi Xuan, but now this result made her a little disappointed.
It is undeniable that Zhang Yang's ability to achieve this step is far from satisfactory.
After all, fruit and juice are two completely different concepts.
But just now he seemed to have said too much, which aroused everyone's appetite and made their expectations very high.
However, Chu Chu soon caught the faint smile of determination at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.
This smile...
Chu Chu suddenly realized that there might be something more to it.
Sure enough, Zhang Yang was silent for a moment and finally spoke.
"Don't worry, everyone, I just want to introduce to you that the name of this glass of juice is Shiquanshimei."
When he said this, he deliberately emphasized the word juice very strongly.
"Juice, he meant juice!"
"Yes, I understand it quite well."
“Really looking forward to it!”
"Hey, man, keep your head down, you're in front of my camera!"
"Oh no, why did you tell me earlier? Where is the cell phone? Where is my cell phone?"
…
This guy really did not disappoint!
Chu Chu thought to herself, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips.
While everyone was looking forward to it, Zhang Yang took two mint leaves, picked up the pulp in the cup and poured it all into the juicer.
Buzz——
As the wall-breaking juicer vibrated, the hall became eerily quiet, and even the DJ in charge of the music simply stopped the music.
Everyone stood on tiptoes and craned their necks, fearing to miss any detail.
After about half a minute, the juicer stopped working.
Looking at the juice mixed inside, everyone felt strange.
Is there any way to separate these pulps?!
But no one spoke, not even a whisper.
Everyone held their breath and watched quietly as Zhang Yang slowly poured the squeezed juice into the glass.
However, all the juice was poured out and mixed together as before, without any change.
Everyone's expectations were once again disappointed, and a few couldn't help but feel that they had been fooled again, so they started shouting.
"Damn it, is this what you call perfect?"
"This is also called perfect. How is it different from ordinary juice? It's not beautiful at all!"
"Man, you're wasting everyone's time."
…
Although Chu Chu was full of confidence in Zhang Yang, she was slightly shaken at this moment.
She looked at Zhang Yang anxiously, hoping for a miracle.
"Haha! It's funny, it's so funny! This kind of juice should be called a complete hodgepodge. Even a three-year-old child can do this kind of trick." Aisen's face became even more proud, and he continued to mock and sarcastically say.
Zhang Yang glanced at Aisen with a sneer.
Aisen's laughter stopped suddenly, and then he looked at Zhang Yang in horror.
He felt that Zhang Yang's eyes were like cold knives piercing into his nerves, and his blood seemed to solidify in an instant.
He wanted to say something and opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't muster any courage and had to shut up.
"Don't worry, please be patient." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted.
"Holy shit, look, the juice is starting to change color."
"It's true, there are red, yellow, and purple!"
"They're automatically layering!"
"Yes, there are even pink and black..."
"Count to see if there are ten colors."
…
In everyone's surprised eyes, the juice continued to layer into colorful colors.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Almost in the blink of an eye, there were more than seven colors.
Moreover, these colors are distinct, as if there is a pair of invisible hands guiding them to present dreamy colors. (To be continued)