Yuwen Hanxiao was gone for six or seven days. During this time, Xu Guoliang's injuries were almost healed. He could not do strenuous activities, but he could walk slowly on the ground.
His kung fu was mediocre, but his gambling skills were quite good. With a bamboo barrel and five dice, he could play countless tricks. Just shaking the dice, there were more than a dozen techniques, such as forehand, backhand, and sweeping. He was very good at controlling the dice. It was a piece of cake for him to shake the dice into stacks and control the points of each dice. Han Xiaohan was very curious about his skills and asked him for the trick. Xu Guoliang scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "This thing looks mysterious, but if you understand the skills inside, it will be nothing strange."
Just as he said, after Han Xiaohan consulted him, within two days, he could shake five dice into a stack, but controlling the number of points on each dice was not something that could be achieved overnight. Xu Guoliang was injured, so he handed the job of mixing drinks to Han Xiaohan and Cheng Fang. Cheng Fang was originally enough, but Han Xiaohan was embarrassed to eat and drink for free in the bar, so he offered to help. He was not familiar with mixing drinks, and had never even touched it before, but he was quick-witted and intelligent, and he had practiced knife skills since he was a child. The flexibility of the coordination between his wrist and fingers was far beyond that of ordinary people, which was in line with the skills of mixing drinks. With Xu Guoliang's guidance, within a few days, he had mastered the ordinary styles of mixing drinks, and he could also play various tricks with the wine cup, many of which even Xu Guoliang could not catch up with.
Life in the bar is not boring. I can meet all kinds of people every day. The most important thing is that there is a regular customer who comes every day.
That night, Han Xiaohan was mixing drinks for the guests when Zhou Xiong came over with his tall body and said mysteriously, "Xiaohan, your 'little lover' is here again."
Little lover? Han Xiaohan smiled, knowing who he was referring to. He looked towards the door and saw Tang Rou, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and white sandals, walking quickly. She had been coming here almost every day recently, and even Han Chengxin, who rarely appeared in the bar, almost knew this pretty girl. Anyone could see that there was only one person who attracted her. She seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, with a smile on her face. She walked to the bar, looked around, smiled, and asked with her big, round eyes, "Are you busy today?"
Han Xiaohan poured the prepared wine into the glass and handed it to the guest next to him. Then he turned around and asked, "President, what's the matter?"
"Don't call me the president, it's so rude!" Tang Rou pouted, her rosy lips were so beautiful. Han Xiaohan exhaled, lowered his head, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands gently.
For a girl as beautiful, innocent and straightforward as Tang Rou, any normal man would be moved. Han Xiaohan was no exception, but he knew that he and she were from two different worlds. If it weren't for that chance encounter, they would probably never have met in their lives. In a strange city, he didn't dare to ask for anything.
Seeing that he remained silent, Tang Rou pulled up his sleeve rudely and turned away.