Wang Feng's behavior didn't seem like an act, and he had no motive to vouch for a cat he didn't know, which meant the mysterious liquid in the cup was very likely indeed delicious.
Ma Lu looked at the Ragdoll cat, who was also looking at him. Although it didn't speak, its eyes clearly said, I didn't lie to you, did I?
The two then returned to the restaurant, where Ma Lu fetched a clean cup from the sterilizer and placed it in front of the Ragdoll cat.
"Make me another cup for a taste."
"You gotta be kidding me, dude. There's nothing wrong with my kidneys; I've just peed 5 minutes ago, why would I need to pee again?" complained the Ragdoll cat.
"Even if your drink tastes good enough, if you can't make it quickly, I can't sell it in the store," Ma Lu said, spreading his hands.
The Ragdoll cat sighed, "Okay, hand me a bottle of liquor."
"Do you need alcohol to make that special beverage?"
