"What is this..."
As he took the "yellow bottle" from Chen Yu, the elderly man in traditional attire hesitated, "What is this?"
"Chen Yu, didn't you say there are only three bottles of this stuff in the entire world?" the young man in the duckbill cap said, shocked.
"Yeah," Chen Yu nodded, "I've got the second one right here."
"Then you're really generous," the young man said with a complex expression.
Hearing the conversation, the old man realized the value of the "Old Lady's Urine" in his hand and quickly stowed it in his chest, bowing repeatedly to Chen Yu, "Young friend, thank you. I'm too poor to repay you! It's really too precious."
"Then give it back to me," Chen Yu said, reaching out his hand.
The old man in traditional attire: "..."
"Don't take it to heart, Ambassador," the young man glared at Chen Yu before stepping forward to shake hands with the old man again, "Chen Yu is always like this; he's joking with you. It's his way of expressing friendship."
