Bartender's Self-Cultivation

I'm an excellent bartender, and today is my first, second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth day working in this bar... I don't know how many days. I like this job very much. Although the guests insist on calling each other by their wine names, this does not stop me from loving this job. What's wrong with some junior high school students in adults' spare time! Although all the guests are obsessed with wearing black, it doesn't stop me from loving this job. Let alone black, I don't care if my work clothes are designed in a color palette! Although the guests are always talking about fighting and killing, it does not stop me from loving this job. I can filter out those words without changing my expression! Although the guests are vicious, this does not stop me from loving this job and impressing every guest with high-quality service. My work attitude is impeccable! ... Because the boss gave me too much. * One day, I saw the whiskey customers who usually travel together as three people but this time there were only two of them. I casually asked where the third bottle of whiskey went. Rye Whiskey sneered and turned his head coldly. I pretended not to see the regret in his eyes. Bourbon showed a hint of loneliness and told me calmly: Scotch whiskey is a fake bottle of wine and has been "broken." I nodded calmly and did not reveal the disguise of the two bottles of whiskey. As an excellent service staff, I have to protect the fragile hearts of the guests. I was mixing the drinks and thinking, don't I know whether the third bottle of whiskey was broken or not? ——Because last night, I was lucky enough to pick up a bottle of Scotch whiskey. [Main plot direction, main red and black, Riddler warning, the protagonist is not wine, red side's position, cp Jingguang, he] [Main text plot>Emotions, extra emotions>Plot, I personally like the whole emotional line very much. If I only want to watch emotional dramas, I recommend going to the column to find the extra "Rain is God's Fireworks", which can be read as a free short story] Intention: not to be defined