Tan Zhao opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Shi Bin. Then, he opened a bottle for himself and clinked glasses with Shi Bin. "What are you saying? I want to get along with you peacefully now, but you're feeling awkward about it. Do you only think it's normal for us to quarrel?"
Shi Bin pouted. "That's not what I meant. It's mainly because the two of us have been arguing since we were young. Wouldn't you feel awkward if we suddenly shook hands and made peace? No matter how we eat this meal, it feels like a trap."
Tan Zhao said unhappily, "Do you know how to speak properly? Are you scolding me or yourself?"
Shi Bin didn't say anything. As the two of them drank one bottle after another, Tan Zhao said, "I treated you to a meal today because I wanted to let go of our former grudges. It's up to you whether you believe me or not. If you're willing to eat, eat. If you're unwilling to eat, leave now. Why do I have to suffer this after spending money?!"
