"Great wine!"
The merchant Yin Si was first taken aback, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the liquid in the bottle, excitedly asking Su Ran, "Little skeleton, what exactly is this fine brew?"
"Lord Yin Si, if I may be so bold to ask, don't you think it smells like urine that's been heated over a big fire?"
Su Ran didn't rush to answer but instead countered with a question. He felt a sense of defeat every time he remembered the creamy youth's evaluation of the monkey wine.
"No offense, but do you even have that capability?"
Yin Si looked at Su Ran with disdain and let out a cold laugh.
That's the trouble with those who know you well—they have no sense of romance whatsoever.
"Elder, please take a look first. If you'd like to have a taste, that's fine. Consider it a token of my gratitude for your hard work this time, how about that?"
