The old bartender glanced at him and whispered, "Shut up. Can't you see that Old Yang is a little interested in this guy?Do you think the boss would let him in if he ate too much?" The little beggar did not seem to hear anything, did not even look at them, although small, but at that moment, his back was straight, his eyes proud a little stronger, even with a little hot.Without looking back, he said what he wanted: "One tomato juice, one freshly squeezed lemon juice, one Worcestershire d...