They chatted casually, with Chen Feng keeping his eyes closed and completely listening to the masseuse's instructions. However, as the massage continued, Chen Feng realized that something seemed off.
Little sister, where are you touching?
"If you keep making excuses, will I have to pay more?" Chen Feng asked with his eyes closed.
"I'm fine with anything you say," the younger sister said with a laugh.
"You should still be more reserved. I'm trying to abstain from sex recently, so I can't break my vow."
Chen Feng's words really amused the technician. She didn't say anything, but stretched her hand out a little. She could tell that Chen Feng didn't mean it that way.
After all the technicians had finished their massages, Chen Feng stretched his muscles and sat up.
"This package deal is really good. I can sleep here overnight and there's even a massage service. It's really great," Huang Fei said, comfortably lighting a cigarette.
“Even my brother Zheng thought it was too expensive. If we hadn’t persuaded him, he would have slept in the car.”
"He said he thought it was too expensive, but he seemed pretty comfortable just now, haha," Yin Xingle said.
"Don't talk nonsense. This thing is no fun, it just hurts. I'm not coming next time, it's quite expensive," Zheng Ping said, rubbing his shoulder.
However, his expression now is completely different from before; one could only say he's saying one thing but meaning another.
After resting for a while, the group went out to change clothes, grabbed their backpacks, and prepared to eat skewers. They figured they could start selling their goods after they finished eating.
They arrived at a barbecue restaurant that looked quite delicious, and everyone satisfied their cravings this time. They ordered a lot of food and each person got a bottle of beer, but they didn't dare to drink too much, for fear of messing things up.
"Hiccup... Let's go to that recycling shop across the street." Zheng Ping burped and rubbed his stomach as he spoke.
“Okay, it’s all the same anyway, just go to whichever is closer,” Yin Xing said, glancing up at the view.
This shop is similar to the one Chen Feng went to; they're both the same size.
Chen Feng and the others pushed open the door and went in. Chen Feng found that even the layout was almost the same, all the same.
Chen Feng was able to remain calm, but the others couldn't. It was their first time here, and they were all curiously looking around.
"There's something to drink here, including some imported liquor. Let's have a glass and see what it tastes like," someone said curiously.
"Foreign liquor...it must be expensive, right?" Zheng Ping thought to himself, "That stuff must be pricey."
"Who cares if it's expensive or cheap? We're already here, let's try it first." Huang Fei went straight to the bar and sat down, ready to have a drink to try.
Since everyone saw that Huang Fei had gone, they all decided to have a drink and try it.
The bartender noticed them as soon as they came in, and seeing their country bumpkin-like appearance, he couldn't help but smile disdainfully and roll his eyes.
"Hey, what's this? Is it a cocktail?" someone asked, pointing to a white bottle of liquor on the counter.
"This is not a cocktail, this is brandy, a type of base spirit. Cocktails need to be mixed."
Although the waiter's words were polite, the disdain in his eyes was still there.
"Oh, then give me a cocktail." The man, oblivious to the waiter's disdain, continued.
"These are all cocktails, see which one you'd like," the waiter said, handing the menu to the man.
"Hey, you should have said there was a menu earlier." The man took the menu and looked down at it. The people next to him also crowded around and craned their necks to look at the menu.
The waiter chuckled silently, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.
Although they didn't notice this scene because they were looking down, Chen Feng saw it all. He narrowed his eyes and his expression turned somewhat cold.
Everyone felt the prices on the menu were a bit expensive, but since they were already there, they felt bad not to order anything, so they chose a slightly cheaper option.
"I'll have this, a martini."
"I'd like this Long Island Iced Tea."
"Oh, by the way, do you have any ice in here? Could you add more ice for me? It's so hot outside," someone asked, looking up.
"By default, ice is included. If you don't need it, you can tell me. All three of you want ice, right?"
The waiter raised his eyes and said.
"Yes, yes, they all need to be iced."
The waiter took the menu and continued passing it down, intending to order everything together after everyone had finished.
"what would you like?"
The waiter brought the menu to Chen Feng; his attitude wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly good either.
Compared to the customers who just came in, his service attitude was much worse.
While they were looking at the menu, a customer came in. He went up to serve the customer with a smile and at least said hello.
His face was incredibly cold now, as if he were asking Chen Feng for a drink.
Chen Feng didn't look at the menu, but coldly said, "Godfather."
"Would you like some ice?" the waiter asked habitually, picking up the menu as he spoke, without even looking up, to order for Huang Fei next to Chen Feng.
"What do you think?" Chen Feng looked at him, his tone somewhat impolite.
Upon hearing this, the waiter turned to look at Chen Feng, clearly taken aback, not expecting him to say such a thing.
"How would I know if you wanted ice?" the waiter said, frowning and somewhat unconvinced.
"Ice is the soul of alcohol. If you don't drink cocktails with ice, what's the point? Are you even a professional? Asking me such a question, are you an idiot?"
Chen Feng showed no mercy and cursed without any politeness.
The waiter was somewhat annoyed by the scolding, clearly not expecting Chen Feng to utter such a direct insult in his second sentence.
Upon hearing Chen Feng's cursing, the others in the room instinctively stopped chatting and turned around to see what had happened.
It can only be said that watching a spectacle is human nature.
Being scolded in front of so many people, the waiter was embarrassed. He stood there without moving, looking at Chen Feng with anger in his eyes.
However, when the waiter met Chen Feng's cold eyes, despite his anger, he ultimately chickened out, lowered his head, and handed the menu to Huang Fei.
"Hello, what would you like to order?"
The waiter's tone became much gentler as he spoke to Huang Fei.
Chen Feng rolled his eyes at this and ignored him.
Although some of his companions didn't know why Chen Feng was so angry, Huang Fei and Zheng Ping could figure it out.
"A mojito, please," Huang Fei said, pushing the menu forward slightly.
"OK."
This time, the waiter didn't ask such a stupid question again, but instead took the menu and continued to take orders from the other people.
Because he knew that Chen Feng was right.
The soul of a cocktail is not a base spirit, but ice.
Without ice, even the best cocktails become unpalatable. In fact, even if a customer doesn't want ice, he will still recommend it, because it is his most basic duty as a bartender.
Thanks to Chen Feng's outburst, the bartender's attitude improved considerably afterward.
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