Horror Recovery: SS-Class Drunk Ghost Bride At The Start

"Su Bei is going to be unlucky. This guest is not a good person. It is said that he is picky and has a strange way of playing."

"What's the strange way to play?"

"Haha? Have you heard of the rich woman Happy Ball and Happy Water? A naive Cowherd was invited out. When he came back, everyone was crippled, and his eyes looked like a dead fish. Soon he will quit the Cowherd world."

Liang Kun showed a happy look when he saw that the drowning ghost asked Su Bei to mix drinks for her.

The hatred of the wife, the hatred of the bull's head...

Although Baya is not his girlfriend, nothing happened to Baya and Su Bei.

But it also made him feel the humiliation of being offended by his dignity.

Huang Zicheng also happily stood aside to eat the melon.

For no other reason, the personality is too jumpy, and the Cowherd's career has not yet started.

No customer is willing to order him yet.

Baya, dressed in men's clothing, is tall and straight, looks handsome, and has long hair tied into a free and easy ponytail.

Even attracted a few guests.

At this moment, he looked in Su Bei's direction worriedly.

These few days, I have been getting along well with Su Bei under the same roof.

And Su Bei helped her a few times.

With a thought, he leaned in and whispered to a guest who was leaving.

Hearing the words, the guest looked in Su Bei's direction, turned his head and smiled narrowly at Baya.

"Sir, this is a noble-level guest of our Blue Whale Shop, and he spends 100,000 yuan a month on drinks."

"If you can't receive this distinguished guest, let me come."

The king crab came over at some point, eager to try to pry the corner.

"This beautiful lady, do you want to sit at my table, I am much better at bartending than him."

The drowning ghost's swollen palm pushed hard, pushing the king crab to the ground in a daze.

"Go away, I said, tonight I will only drink the wine that my son made for me."

Su Bei shook his head and said nothing.

This guest is determined to trouble himself.

How can a king crab pry away.

I just don't know who is trying to embarrass him Su Bei.

A slender female ghost whispered in Su Bei's ear:

"Baya asked me to tell you something, the drowning ghost came to find the ace in the store yesterday, and you'd better not refuse the drowning ghost."

Baya is still a young boy, and she is not allowed to use her flower name until she reaches the first level of Hwarang, and the customers in the store also know her name.

Su Bei nodded in Baya's direction, accepting her affection.

He turned around and took out the bartender Golden Toad, and asked the drowning ghost:

"What kind of wine do the guests want to drink?"

The drowning ghost was a little surprised to see Su Bei's actions.

As far as it knows, Su Bei should only make one kind of wine.

"I want to drink Icelandic horror, can you tune it?"

She deliberately chose one of the most difficult concoctions.

Even bartenders at professional bars have a hard time dealing with such fancy and complex wines.

This is also the wine that best shows the strength of a bartender.

Su Bei nodded.

No measuring cup required.

The slender and beautiful fingers are like the most accurate instruments in the world, holding up the stainless steel cup lightly.

Weigh out no more or no less base wine.

The ice gripper picks up a piece of ice that is hundreds of miles below the polar region.

Juice the frozen ghost tongue mixed with moss.

Poured into the mouth of the golden toad in order, the open mouth of the deceitful weapon closed automatically.

Shaking up and down, left and right, the ghost fire burned.

Su Bei's movements were natural, without any superfluous movements.

Fluency with fancy beauty.

"A pleasing performance."

The surrounding guests couldn't help but be attracted by Su Bei's performance.

Crazy whistling and clapping.

They are the biggest and most hooligans in Fengqing Street.

The king crab was dumbfounded, how to learn this!

Obviously it wasn't so fancy a few days ago.

Looking at the tight muscles under Su Bei's suit, the underwater ghost couldn't help swallowing.

"It's too forbidden to wear a suit next time you play."

The wine is poured into the wine glass along the mouth of the toad, sprinkled with ghost salt, and inserted with lemon slices.

Lastly, light blue ghost fire.

A glass of Icelandic horror is complete.

"Please enjoy!"

"Why are your preparation techniques and ingredients different from those of ordinary bartenders?"

The Drowning Man noticed something special.

"It's made just for you, just to suit your taste."

The drowning ghost drank the ice-blue wine, his pupils dilated slightly.

A trace of ghostly breath flowed into the mouth along the wine.

The drowning ghost first trembled, his eyebrows froze, and his breath turned white.

Immediately after that, I felt so hot that I even wanted to take off my clothes.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Unbelievable, is this what it feels like to be frozen to death?"

The drowning ghost recalled the feeling just now, quite aftertaste.

Before people freeze to death, they first experience low temperature frostbite.

As the temperature continues to drop, breathing increases, circulation accelerates, the body emits more heat, and hallucinations occur.

Consciousness began to become hazy, at this time not only did not feel cold, but also felt very hot,

And these, Su Bei let her taste with a glass of wine.

The drowning ghost has a pity on his face.

Even if Su Bei made it well, she would say it was not up to the mark.

Entrusted by others, she is the best at keeping her promises.

"I don't drink your wine..."

Su Bei reluctantly interrupted her: "Why do you insist on toasting instead of eating and drinking?"

The drowning ghost looked stunned.