The Head Bartender Has No Sense of Taste, and I’ve Been Looking for Him for Three Years

[Noble, Sharp-Tongued International Bartender / Clear-Eyed New Pastry Chef Falling into Love] [Both Pure] [Happy Ending] [Love Grows Over Time] [Mutual Healing and Career Growth] [Bittersweet and Sweet] [Secret Identities]

Yan Juechen's bar had four rules:

1. If you've had too much to drink, you can cry, but don't wail.

2. If you're drunk, you can sleep, but don't sleep with anyone.

3. If you're feeling sick, you can throw up, but not over the bar.

4. The owner, Yan Juechen, creates three limited-edition cocktails each week. No refills, no tasting, no table turnover.

Dai Ning had been coming for three months and had already broken two of his rules.

"Have you ever tasted your own drinks?"

"No."

"Why not? Why doesn't a bartender taste what he makes?"

Yan Juechen wiped a glass without looking up.

"Because I remember every flavor."

Dai Ning didn't know that he had once been an internationally renowned bartender.

She also didn't know that he'd lost his sense of taste several years ago.

All she knew was that she had to get one of his weekly limited-edition cocktails, because only his drinks could remind her of the flavor of the one she had tasted three years ago, the flavor that had inspired her to become a pastry chef.

Now she had become a rising star in the world of high-end pastry, and everyone was telling her:

"If you want to grow your business, you have to commercialize!"

Later, clutching a trophy, she cried like a child at his bar.

"Everyone is waiting for me to compromise. They keep pointing at me and telling me to cash in, treating me like a machine."

"Boss Yan, why is your drink scolding me? It says some things just shouldn't change."

"Who are you, really..."

That night, he broke the rules and made a cocktail, sliding it over to her.

"Drink this, and from now on, do what you want."

That cocktail tasted exactly like the one from three years ago.