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 dressing, one tabasco oil with salt and pepper."

"Are you going to cook or are you going to mix?" the young bartender asked.

At this point, the boss zhao and Yang old also went to the center of the bar, boss Zhao smell speech face a sink, "according to his words to do, a little rules are not."

The young bartender still grumbled, "Wait till the little beggar makes a fool of himself."Then he turned away.

Still unaware of all this, the beggar turned and walked to the sink specially set up for the central bar and began to wash his hands.He washed very carefully, first wetting his hands covered with dirt, then smeared them with hand sanitizer, rubbing his hands together, and then carefully cleaning them finger by finger, whether between the fingers or nails, and even the wrist.His clean hands contrasted sharply with his dirty little face.