The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 626 You Really Know How to Brag

Catherine then introduced the third cocktail, a greenish one resembling the color of bitter melon. "This one's called 'The Pinnacle of Bitterness,' and it lets you taste the deepest sorrow."

"I'll try it!" a third woman volunteered, but didn't down it in one go. A small sip was enough to make her eyes water from the intense bitterness.

"This fourth drink is called 'Mystical Mushroom.' After drinking, you'll start seeing tiny people everywhere, quite a fascinating experience," Catherine continued.

The fourth woman drank it and immediately began counting little imaginary figures around her.

"And this fifth one is 'Cry Then Laugh."" After the fifth woman tried it, she burst into tears and then started laughing uncontaneously, seeming almost delusional.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

All five of Catherine's cocktail creations were thoroughly tasted and appraised. Each was exceptional and could be considered top tier.

Smart, swelling with pride, turned to Daniel and asked smugly, "Country bumpkin, what'll it be? Gonna keep competing, or will you admit defeat? If you give up now, you only lose half. I'll just pour one glass on the floor, and you can lick it like a dog. But if you refuse and want to continue, then you'll have to lick up both glasses-no drop left!"

Smart's words were purely meant to mock Daniel. Even if Daniel conceded, Smart wasn't going to let him off easy. The bet was two glasses, and he was dead set on having Daniel on the ground, lapping it up like a dog.

Retorting calmly, Daniel said,

"Retard, you brought this lady here,

el

et

touting her as some world-class mixologist. She's alright, I guess.dn some bar, her skill level would probably get her by-barely. But compared to me, well, she falls short. Actually, she falls way short."

Smart could only scoff in response.

"Country bumpkin, do you even hear yourself? Do you think no one can see through your bluffs, so you can talk big all you want? You're nothing but a standard bumpkin, a hick from the sticks. Do you even know-

mixology? I bet you can't from

recognize all these bottles on the

rack, could you?"

Pointing at one bottle of red wine, Smart asked arrogantly, "Country bumpkin, can you read this? It's in French, something you can't understand, right? It says 'Produit de Bordeaux!""

"Mixing drinks isn't about

recognizing labels or origins. A true

mixologist doesn't need to know

what bottle they're holding. Themet

only need to blend based on flavor

to create cocktails that astonish," Daniel countered, his tone even.

His words only drew a burst of loud mockery from Smart.

“Hahaha..." Smart laughed disdainfully, "What did you say just now? You can mix a cocktail that amazes? You? A country bumpkin who can create an impressive cocktail? Hahaha..."

Smart clearly didn't believe that Daniel could mix a decent cocktail at all. After all, in his eyes, Daniel was just a country bumpkin; a clueless yokel from the boonies.