Chapter 627 Bad Eyesight

Cocktails – they're a pastime of the high society, tools for socializing among the elite. Could a country bumpkin, fresh off the farm, possibly comprehend something so refined? What a joke it would be, suggesting just anyone could waltzing into the upper crust’s exclusive circle by merely mixing a drink. Ignoring Smart’s remarks, Daniel simply picked up a mixing glass and started to prepare his cocktail. His movements lacked the showmanship of Catherine’s, so much so that they were hardly comparable. Daniel had no fancy flourishes—he just directly poured the liquors into the mixing glass, pausing to smell the aroma of each drink before adding it. Watching Daniel pour clumsily, sometimes having to pour a second time because the first wasn't sufficient, gave Smart a huge laugh. After a loud, piercing laugh, Smart sneered, “Country bumpkin, is this how you mix drinks?” “Yes, I’m mixing a drink! Or are you so blind you can't see that?” Daniel shot back. Smart laughed again at Daniel's