The noble evil young lady

Miyamoto put a Colin cup filled with Long Island Iced Tea in front of me, staring at me coldly, but with a hint of imperceptible expectation, as if waiting for me to make a comment after drinking it.

I held it and observed it carefully under the light. It has a soft appearance and a translucent rosy color. This is very different from the Long Island iced tea I drank in the past, or in other words, this is the real Long Island iced tea.

I put it on my lips and took a sip. It feels very warm in my throat. The taste is a bit sweet, slightly sour, and slightly bitter. It is very close to black tea, but it has more hidden spicy than black tea, which is tempting. The breath diffuses in the mouth, the deeper you taste, the more you can feel the gradual taste on the tip of the tongue. Miyamoto's bartending skills are really not covered.

"Long Island Iced Tea is as beautiful and gentle as lemon black tea, but under the low-key appearance and sweet taste, it hides an impressive after-effect. This is why it is famous. Miyamoto-san, isn't this about you?"

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and said this sentence lightly.

Although I was very reluctant to part with the cup of strong Long Island iced tea in front of me, I still didn't dare to drink more, just kidding, this posture. . .There is no one around, and I may have just short-circuited my brain to order this cup of the strongest Long Island iced tea. I can't guarantee that my mind will remain clear after drinking all of it.

I smiled dryly at Miyamoto He, and said apologetically, "I suddenly don't want to drink it anymore, but Miyamoto-san's wine tastes really good. I didn't expect Miyamoto-san to be so versatile. I like it."

Miyamoto He blushed slightly, but immediately returned to normal.

"Check out!" I snapped my fingers at the nonsense waiter beside me.

He bowed his head and calculated, then raised his head and showed me a big smile, "No more, no less, exactly 800 yuan."

I stretched my hand into my pocket, took out a large handful of change and put it on the bar, and started counting one yuan and one yuan. There were a few pieces of 5 yuan, and a few pieces of ten yuan, and I counted for a long time. . .

This time I showed him a big smile, "Brother, I only have 283 yuan, can you accommodate me?"

The waiter's face changed, and he said to me with his eyes: You are not short of money, why come to drink if you don't have money, what a show! ?

I shrugged my shoulders helplessly at him, took out a bank card from my pocket, and took out a bank card. I gave him a dissatisfied glance, and deliberately yelled at him: "Swipe the card!"

He was taken aback by my roar, but the displeasure on his face was more obvious.

Damn it, how could Miyamoto He find such an unqualified person as a waiter.

Miyamoto He who was standing beside him, his face slowly sank. . .