Zhao Siyang came to say goodbye to Zhang San, who had just returned with two jars of wine.
"Four, you came at just the right time, let's drink together."
"Alright."
Zhao Siyang and Zhang San first went to the kitchen to prepare some food, then found a rooftop to sit on and drank heartily.
"What wine is this?"
"Yellow Glutinous Rice Wine! Wasn't it this same wine I treated you to the first time?"
Zhao Siyang pondered for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Do you have Green Ant?"
Zhang San put down his half-drunk bowl of wine and looked at Zhao Siyang with disdain.
"Do you know how much more expensive these two wines are? I offer you Yellow Glutinous Rice Wine, and you insist on drinking Green Ant?"
"I just like Green Ant."
Zhao Siyang was too embarrassed to say that he got headaches easily from drinking expensive wines but was fine with cheaper ones.
