"Well, you have learned how to use the wine measuring device. Here is a teaching you how to mix the wine. The first thing is to cut the material. The cutting procedure should follow the principle of auxiliary materials first and main materials. If something goes wrong during the mixing process, the loss will not be too large, and the ice will not melt quickly. When pouring the wine, the injected wine should be one-eighth of the depth from the mouth of the cup. Too much will cause certain difficulties for people to drink, and too little will appear very embarrassing. If you are cooking with hot drinks, the temperature of the wine should not exceed 78℃, because the evaporation point of the alcohol is 7

8℃. The milk, eggs, juice and other ingredients used in the mixing should be fresh, especially the ice cubes, fresh ones should be used. The fresh ice cubes are hard and not easy to melt. The sugar cubes and powdered sugar used in the mixing mixing should first dissolve them with a small amount of water in the mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing mixing cups with suitable capacity, and according to the requirements of the recipe, the final fill is a lot of 100% off the top of the mixing mixing. According to the requirements of the recipe, the final fill is filled with soda or other

How much you add, just "fill" will only make the wine lighter. If you want to dilute high alcohol content, add drinking water, which is called chasing water. Then you remember that when making syrup, the ratio of powdered sugar to water is 3:1. The egg white used in cocktails is to increase the foam of the wine and adjust the color of the wine, which will not affect the taste of the wine. It is roughly like this. Beverage can be divided into oscillation method and stirring method. The oscillation method is the most common and simple method to make cocktails, using alcohol materials, ingredients, ice cubes, etc.

Put it in the schink pot, shake it back and forth hard, and mix it thoroughly. It can remove the spicyness of the wine, make the wine gentle and smooth in the mouth. Come and try it." After the bartender in the pub said so much, he pushed a set of tools to Anke and asked Anke to try it himself. Anke did it as he said, but the bartender frowned, "No, it's not like this. Bartending is an art, you don't just think of it as completing the task. When shaking, you should have a fast speed and a rhythm, so that the shaking sound will sound nice. I'll demonstrate it to you."

As he said that, the bartender measured the prepared ingredients in a measuring cup and poured them into the open shike pot. Then he used an ice clip to grab the ice cube and put it in the shike pot. After covering the shike pot, press the shike pot with his right thumb against the upper cover index finger and little finger, hold the shike pot with his middle finger and ring finger, hold the shike pot at the bottom of the shike pot and little finger, and hold the shike pot with his thumb tightly, hold the shike pot with his back.

He reached his shoulder and then swung back and forth with his wrist. The speed was very fast when shaking. After about ten times, he shook back and forth, then shook back and forth about ten times in a horizontal manner. Finally, he placed the schke pot on the platform and said to Anke: "Just practice according to my demonstration. This is the easiest method. If you master this skillfully, you will feel much easier after you have a good grasp of it. I see that your eyesight and hands are very flexible, and it is the bartender's material." The bartender patted Anke and turned to work on his own.

An Ke began to practice oscillation behind the bar counter alone. Some time ago, he became interested in the casual bartender, so he begged the bartender in the tavern to teach him every day. But don’t think that An Ke wanted to make a living by relying on this craft. He just felt that the casual bartender could attract many beauties who like romance. Bartending is just a means he used to pick up girls. After all, he is still a pervert who is 1.90 meters tall.

When An Ke was practicing the power on the ground, a person appeared almost made him throw the Shike pot away. Fortunately, his second reaction was very fast and reached out to grab the Shike pot in the air. "What awesome!" A tall girl applauded An Ke, as if she was watching a wonderful juggling.

An Ke did not get carried away because he was a girl praising him. Instead, he sighed helplessly: "Why are you here again, Lin Jia?"

"Why? I'm not welcome?" The girl named Lin Jia lay on the bar and asked An Ke. Her plump breasts were almost visible through a low-cut T-shirt.

An Ke glanced at the "Chunguang" and secretly swallowed and spitted: "No, there are people here, you dress like this..." He didn't say the following words. Lin Jia and him were classmates. They were in the same language school and were in the same class. Recently, Lin Jia often came to An Ke's tavern where he worked and found various reasons to talk to him. An Ke is not a fool. He knows what Lin Jia means, but he doesn't mean that. Although Lin Jia has a good figure, 1.74 meters tall, and is protruding and tilted backwards, she can be a model. But An Ke thinks she is too ordinary, with her facial features and correctness, but not very beautiful. Of course, the most important thing is that An Ke compares Sophie with Lin Jia.

An Ke didn't want Lin Jia to misunderstand, so he always acted coldly. This time, there was no exception. A table of guests asked for drinks. An Ke found an excuse to leave the bar and left Lin Jia there alone. It was strange to say that An Ke himself didn't know why he was so cold to Lin Jia. Although she was not a beauty, according to An Ke's previous principle of "two whatevers" that "no women are allowed, and no beauty can be let go", he shouldn't let Lin Jia go, the lamb he delivered to his door? Why? Will An Ke be hopeless when he sees Lin Jia?

Until An Ke got off work, he didn't see Lin Jia in the tavern anymore. But when he said goodbye to the guys in the tavern, he found a man sitting on the steps outside, with his slender back, mental short hair, exposed T-shirt and tight jeans.

"You haven't left yet?" An Ke looked at the watch on his wrist. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Lin Jia turned around and saw that it was An Ke, and stood up with a smile: "Have you got off work?"

"Yeah." An Ke nodded, then walked straight down the steps, while Lin Jia hurriedly followed, but she was also a little self-aware and always kept a distance of about two meters from An Ke. The two of them walked in Dortmund night one after another. The breeze blew, and there was nothing to say along the way.

When he was about to arrive at the apartment, An Ke met a group of classmates in the school. An Ke knew several of them because he often saw them playing football together. Just because of football, he paid more attention to the other party. The other party also knew An Ke. Among the international students, who were so tall, he attracted much attention wherever he went.

"Hi! An Ke, Lin Jia!"

"Hello!"

After saying hello, the other party went straight to the topic: "An Ke, we have a game this weekend, but..." The leader should be the captain. He looked back at the people behind him, "We don't have enough staff, and the few people who should have come cannot come temporarily. I want to ask you to help. We only have one position and no one is there, and the others are barely enough to get enough players on the field. You should be able to be so tall, right?"

"Which position do you lack?" Anke asked conditionedly.

"Targetkeeper." The other party replied.

An Ke was stunned for a moment, the other party thought he was still hesitating, "Actually, you don't need to know how to play football. You just need to catch the football with your hand when the opponent shoots. I see your height, and standing in front of the goal will definitely shock the other party."

"But I..."

"Please! Brother, I'm going to tell you, this is a big event! Many people will go to see it at that time. Our opponent is Dortmund's third team! You won't watch us being furiously drunk by the Germans without anyone guarding the goal, right? Even if you are bringing glory to the country and giving us Chinese a sigh of relief, you should help this!"

Lin Jia looked at the other party, then looked at An Ke who was silent. She didn't understand football and didn't know what to say.

"Don't you really don't plan to play football again?" Zhang Jun asked himself at the train station. At that time, he waved his hand very casually and turned to the train. But the moment he turned around, he almost cried. He was also a partner who played football in high school, why could they have a glory in the Netherlands and become the new idols of domestic football? And he had to work in a bar to earn money and subsidize daily necessities?

Why are people so different in their situations?

The captain was a little discouraged. He talked for a long time, but the other party didn't even react. He was about to leave, but An Ke stopped him.

"Okay, I promise you."

The captain was stunned at first, and then hugged An Ke happily: "Haha! That's great! You don't have to give up the game now! Do you know how rare we can play against the third team of Dortmund?" However, it was really funny that he was holding An Ke who was 1.9 meters tall.

Saying goodbye to his overly enthusiastic compatriots, An Ke returned to his room and saw the football lying quietly in the corner of the wall as soon as he entered the door.

"I'm giving you this football. Even if you don't make a living by football, you will touch it often, so as not to pick up the ball from the goal when we have the chance to play football together in the future."

"Don't you really want to play football again?"

"I have no idea."

An Ke leaned over and grabbed the football with one palm, and looked at it carefully. It was just an ordinary football.

"An Ke, we are short of people, can you help me?"

An Ke threw the football towards the wall. "Bang!" The football hit the wall and bounced back. He closed his elbows and his palms into a shovel shape. He shoveled the football into his arms, then lowered his head and closed his jaw, locking the football firmly in his arms.

The weather in Dortmund is good today, and An Ke left the door very early. The football stadium of the game is very close to here and only about fifteen minutes walk. He took nothing except to bring himself. Anyway, any captain prepared everything from his jersey to gloves for him.

Today is a friendship event between the Chinese in Dortmund and the local government. There will be many rich and exciting programs held all over the city. Such as "Chinese Snack Exhibition", "Chinese Folklore Exhibition", Peking Opera performances, lion dance and dragon dance... and the competition that An Ke participated in. All teams representing Chinese are the third team of Dortmund.

The competition venue is in a small park. The park is actually a green space that spreads around the center of the football field, integrating fitness, entertainment and leisure. The grass on the football field is sparse, with a row of four-story simple stands on both sides. Football fields like this are everywhere in Germany and are free to the public. They are the foundation of German football. It is precisely because of so many free football fields that amateur football has flourished, and the mass base is guaranteed, and the professional football level of the superstructure is naturally higher. This is a virtuous cycle.

There are various small stalls lined up around the stadium, including Chinese and German styles, and they sell their skills to tourists here.

A group of ten Chinese representatives had already arrived at the stadium and started to warm up. It was said that they represented the Chinese in the Dortmund area, but there was not even a substitute. An Ke shook his head and stepped into the stadium.

When the captain saw An Ke coming as promised, he waved to him: "Here! Here!" When An Ke came over, he handed An Ke a bag, "There are jerseys, sneakers, and gloves. The sneakers are a little small, and your number is not big and easy to find. Haha, just let's go and change it. There is a toilet over there, so you can change it."

An Ke stomped his feet, and the shoe nails collided with the ground to make a crisp sound. I haven't heard this sound for a long time, and I feel so friendly. He looked up at himself in the mirror again, wearing a gray-blue goalkeeper's clothing, and the vertical stripes on it made him look particularly tall. An Ke stood in front of the mirror for a long time, changed several positions, and looked at him carefully. Front, side, half side, leaned over, left, right... Until a creak, someone came in, he lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, and then went out.

When he came out, his opponent had already arrived. He was wearing a yellow and black jacket of the unified Dortmund club, with a huge "BVB" logo on it, which is the abbreviation of Dortmund. The opponent is indeed Dortmund. Even if he participated in such an entertainment competition, he would act in a unified manner and be uniform. He deserved to be a German.

The captain went up to say hello to them, which was also a manifestation of "friendship first". However, except for the head coach, the other party did not respond much. No wonder, this game was distributed to them by the municipal government, not voluntarily, and the opponent was a miscellaneous army and was too weak. It was normal for them to be interested.

It was a very simple warm-up. An Ke just hugged his teammates for a few times without any pains and "passing back" - they called this shot.

There were more audiences, but most of them were local Chinese. The collective sense of honor and national self-esteem of the Chinese made them gather in foreign countries for some Chinese activities. There were very few Germans, and they were more willing to taste Chinese snacks, or watch fancy lion dance performances, and listen to Yiyiyaya Peking Opera. This is the Chinese characteristics. Football? Can Chinese play football?

An Ke was a little nervous. After all, he hadn't played football for more than two years, and his opponent was still at the level of a professional team. From the beginning, Dortmund's third team had a arrogant attitude towards the Germans, controlled the ball on the court, and then mobilized the Chinese team's players by passing the ball. It felt like he was playing with a monkey. Five minutes into the game, but the Chinese team didn't even touch a ball. The opponent didn't plan to shoot. They seemed to be a cat that caught a mouse, and they had to play enough before they could take action. However, the Chinese audience outside the court still shouted hard, and many of them couldn't even understand football!

Lin Jia was also sitting in the stands. She didn't dare to let An Ke know, for fear of affecting An Ke's mood for the game.

In the sixth minute of the first half, Dortmund made his first shot. An Ke leaned over to catch the ball, but the ball bounced out on his chest and took it off! The opponent's forward shot into the net with a clever shot!

The Chinese team fell behind 0:1. The forward after the goal did not even celebrate, but just walked back slowly, and his teammates did not come up to congratulate him, as if everything was supposed to be.

Someone from the audience booed, but the booed quickly became drowned in the cheering of the Chinese.

The Chinese team members looked at the ball inside the goal helplessly. They knew they would lose, but they didn't expect the opponent to score the goal on the first attack. It was indeed the person who was temporarily pulled, and the guest role... Bai Chang was so big.

An Ke knelt on the ground and stared at the football behind him. Zhang Jun's words rang out again: "Stop playing football together in the future, you will pick up the ball from the goal every time when we have the chance to play football together."

Picking up the ball from the goal every time...

Are you still playing football, An Ke?

Looking at the teammate's indifferent expression and the opponent's disdainful eyes, An Ke heard a crackling sound in his heart, which was the sound of the flames that had cooled for two years rekindled. He got up and grabbed the ball in the door, and then opened his feet towards the center circle. The captain waved to him there: "Don't take it to heart, do your best!"

What a beautiful comforting word, do your best, hum!

Dortmund is still attacking like a stroll. Many times their performance or playful nature is stronger, such as one pass and heel pass. The Chinese team is still at a loss.

In the 14th minute, after a series of beautiful passes, the Germans shot hard in the penalty area by the forward who had just scored the goal. This time, he did not score again, and An Ke suddenly made a beautiful side save and hit the ball out of the baseline!

Wow! Beautiful! The Chinese audience shouted, and no one would believe that An Ke could save the ball.

An Ke stood up, patted the gray on his body, and glanced at the German kid who shot with a slanted eye. He couldn't understand the meaning: "Do you want to score? No goal!"

The corner kick was taken, and An Ke again, he took the ball directly from the air before everyone could. Then he held the ball and looked around at the stunned opponent and teammates around him. Looking at their expressions, An Ke sneered, and then threw the ball vigorously into the frontcourt.

In fact, since then, the three Dortmund teams have never scored again.

An Ke knelt on one knee, shoveled his hands, bent his elbows and closed his jaw, leaned forward, and held the football firmly in his arms.

It was An Ke again, and the opponent's volley outside the penalty area made him grab it with both hands and press it to the ground.

Dortmund began to get a little impatient because they found that they could not break through the Chinese's ten fingers anyway. The defender pressed, made a cross from the side, and shot from the middle... But another twenty minutes passed, and the score on the scoreboard still did not move.

Lin Jia was surprised by An Ke's changes. She didn't understand why a person who "does not understand football" could perform so well. But the female intuition told her that there must be a story behind An Ke.

The midfielder passed a long pass, and the forward started. But Anko was faster than him! Anko abandoned the goal and rushed towards the football! He approached the football in front of the opponent's forward. The forward was surprised to find an Oriental face smirked at him, and then lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, and the football was already caught by the goalkeeper.

"Captain! Run to the right! Run to their right!" An Ke shouted loudly in Chinese, and then drove the ball to the place he said.

The captain indeed received the ball on the right. After all, he was the captain, and his skill was to be a little higher than other teammates. He stopped the ball steadily, and Dortmund's full-back assisted and had not come back yet. He scored one shot! Even a professional goalkeeper did not have many ways to face such a single shot, not to mention that the opponent was only half a professional goalkeeper.

The captain shot vigorously, and the football was saved by the goalkeeper and still flew into the goal! The Chinese team tied the score! The whole process of this goal was only eleven seconds, and a typical fast counterattack launched by the goalkeeper in the backcourt!

After scoring the goal, the captain ran back to the backcourt excitedly, threw away all the teammates who wanted to come up and hug him, and then hugged An Ke. They finally gave the arrogant German a loud slap, and An Ke made an indelible contribution. He keenly discovered that the opponent's right defender frequently assisted but did not return to defense, leaving a large area of ​​space behind him, and then took advantage of his own opportunity to use it.

The Chinese audience outside the court were in high spirits. They waved the five-star red flag in their hands and cheered for the team loudly. Although this was just an ordinary friendship game, they were just as engaged as the Chinese players on the court. An Ke looked at the audience outside the court and didn't expect that he represented a Chinese competition in a foreign country.

China... He looked down at the five-star red flag on his chest.

An Ke rushed to the side and pressed the opponent's shot firmly to the ground. There was another cheer outside the field.

"Stay on people! Don't let them get up at will!" An Ke shouted, and he began to direct the defense, and he seemed to be a qualified goalkeeper.

"Hey, captain, do you think he really can't play football?" A team member asked the captain beside him.

"How can I know? Don't think about it so much, play football! Hoho!" the captain smiled.

Until the end of the game, the score never changed. The two sides finally shook hands with a 1:1 hand. An Ke naturally became the hero of the game. He was raised by his teammates and threw him into the sky, cheering loudly. What a difficult result to tie the Dortmund team three!

"Let's go! Go for dinner, I'll treat you!" The captain raised his arms and shouted, and everyone shouted, and then a group of people surrounded An Ke and walked out of the field.

An Ke turned his head and found a familiar figure. Lin Jia was standing in the stands and smiling at him.

He tied his powerful opponent and gave him a full meal. Apart from that, his life did not change much. He took off his jersey, took off his gloves, continued to practice bartending in the tavern, continued to whistle at the beauty passing by, and continued to study. However, after returning to his apartment at night, he would practice catching the ball alone, constantly throwing the football on the wall, catching it, throwing it again, and catching it again...

The captain often asked him to play football. The captain has now opened the goalkeeper. As long as he has time, An Ke will not refuse. Lin Jia will also watch every game, and she was still hiding it at first, but later she just asked An Ke openly what time the weekend game will start. An Ke was still cold and helpless towards Lin Jia.

The peaceful life was rippling a little because of Reinberg's visit.

Reinberg is the head coach of Dortmund's third team. In the last Sino-German friendly match, he saw with his own eyes how the tall Chinese man blocked his team's shots again and again. He was 1.9 meters tall but he had such agile skills. Do you believe he was just a guy who "sold in front of the goal for the first time"? That sentence was found from the opponent's captain.
To be continued...