"Yes, it's you." Sienna kicked the words back to him: "If something happens to me, the troops will be responsible, especially you."

Tyrone was noncommittal.

However, after discussing for a long time, they still couldn't reach a conclusion. Sienna had no choice but to go back first.

The Rose Bar was doing unusually well every day, with all kinds of customers, mostly young people, and some helpers taking leave to go home, so Dahlia asked Sienna to take over for a few days.

Unexpectedly, the business was even better!

One of the reasons is that Sienna is good at mixology, plays with a lot of mixology moves, keeps coming up with new ideas, works on drinks, is creative and doesn't get customers drunk.

This is where Sienna dedicated her first time to Tyrone, and where she met him for the first time, of course, before his birthday.

A few years have passed, and everything is still in the same place except for the addition of Rory by her side, but Sienna thinks it's fine.

At least she has been looking forward to the feeling of being in love. Although Tyrone is now distant from her, she really likes him like this, just with a bit of cunning and not falling for it.

Sienna pulled back her thoughts, stopped tossing her glass, and poured layers of cocktails into a clear glass, decorated with orange slices and cherries, freshly baked.

The guest took a sip and was very satisfied, giving her a thumbs-up.

Sienna responded with a smile, very polite.

Dahlia came over and said to her, "Or, you think about it."

"What to consider?" Sienna was confused.

"Stop being a military doctor. It's a thankless job." Dahlia suggested with a smile, "Just work as a bartender for me and pay whatever you like."

"Dahlia, you know I like being a doctor, and the most important thing is that you can see him there, and he only comes to the bar occasionally." Sienna explained.

In fact, she was politely declining the aunt's kindness.

Dahlia shrugged and said, "I knew you would say that. The business here has been getting better and better these years. That guy really doesn't come. I've also inquired for you. He's doing very well, with a lot of training and hard work on missions."

Sienna thought of Tyrone's face and said straightforwardly, "So, such a man is even more worthy of my love." Dahlia, I really don't want to give up."

"It's okay. You already have a spare tire." Dahlia teased: "That Ted is nice and kind to Rory, and they've been coming to you to mix drinks these nights."

"Dahlia, don't make fun of me. You know my intentions, but when he comes again, you'll take my place."

"Sorry, do your own business." Dahlia, half-smiling: "Besides, if we make it clear now, will Rory still have him in charge? The kindergarten he's in is the best. There's no such store beyond this village."

"Well, I can't beat you."

A guest ordered two glasses of fruit wine, and Sienna got busy again, waving the vessel in her hand with the bar's music, very gracefully and with a gentle charm.

At this moment, three men came in. The leader, tall and thin, with a calm expression, saw Sienna mixing drinks and walked straight to the bar counter, sitting aside and watching, with the other two men standing behind him.

Sienna finished making two glasses of fruit wine and glanced at the man who had been observing her, his gaze indistinct.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" Sienna asked proactively.

"Give me three glasses of the best wine you have here!"

The man's gaze was thin and somewhat provocative, and his companion behind him had almost the same expression.

Sienna kept smiling and said, "Sorry, three of you. The wine here is very good, but if you don't like it, I can't explain."

"Hehe, do you mean to refuse guests?" The man asked.

Sienna was very patient and handed him a wine list: "You can look into it first and tell me when you have a suitable wine."

Just then, there were other guests placing orders, and Sienna went to greet them. Before she started mixing the drinks, she saw the man slapping the table.

"What do you mean? Girl." The man put on a wild look: "We are all guests, so there must be a first come, first served, right?"

"Calm down. I didn't say I wouldn't give you any wine. It's just that you're not sure what to drink. Once you make up your mind, I'll treat you as well." " Sienna held back her temper and spoke kindly.

"I have plenty of money, but I'm afraid you can't get it out." "If it doesn't taste good, how about you finish what we ordered?" The man shouted.

Sienna thought she would try to find out, and she was very confident in her mixology skills. She had also learned from her teacher for two years abroad and was somewhat famous in the mixology world, though she didn't mention it when she came back.

Dahlia had already noticed this side of the bar and asked Sienna with her eyes if there was any problem.

Sienna gave the auntie a smile, meaning she could handle it.

"Come on, how about it?" The man is still struggling.

"Well, if my mix doesn't taste good, I'll buy this order." "But if you dare to play dirty, our Rose Bar is not to be messed with!" Sienna said solemnly.

She deliberately spoke with confidence, hoping to make the other person back off.

"I'll wait." The man spoke in a casual tone, glancing at his companion behind him from time to time.

Sienna was certain that the three of them had no intention of coming and were aimed at her, so she pretended to be changing the vessel and hid in the stairwell to call Tyrone. After a few seconds, the call was answered.

"Tyrone."

"Sienna, what's up again?" His voice was steady.

"Someone has come to give me trouble. Will you help?" Sienna immediately retorted, not giving a chance to buffer, in a low voice.

There was a three-second hesitation on the other side of the phone.

"What kind of trouble? How many people on the other side? Where?"

Sienna's heart warmed up and she said the situation. At the end, she said, "I'll wait for you. It's up to you whether you live or die today, please!"

Sienna put down her phone and returned to the bar counter. The three men were all getting a bit impatient, especially the man in charge. Although young, he was old and sophisticated, just short of throwing a cup to vent.

"Sir, you've come to drink and have some fun, please wait patiently for two minutes, thank you."

"The service is so bad that we won't come again." The man is snobbish.

Sienna did not retort. She was really afraid that she would lose her temper and throw the man away. In that case, it would be the auntie's rose bar that would be lost, not worth it.

In just two minutes, Sienna successfully mixed his cocktails, and three brightly colored cocktails were presented before his eyes.

"You guys, this drink has a moderate taste and distinct layers. You can taste different flavors in the same drink. I'm sure you'll want more and not get drunk," she said.

Each of the three men took a glass and began to taste it in unison.

Sienna was so confident that she wanted to win over the three troublesome guests with the actual taste.