Cui Mao saw the canned cola passed by Zhou Yi, his face showing surprise as he hastily raised his hands to block it, "This single-priced Dead Sea Aged is not something a knight's salary can afford."
Zhou Yi said, "I consider you a friend, take it and drink."
Cui Mao scratched his head, "Then... thank you."
He carefully pulled the tab and put it to his mouth, first sniffing with his nose, then showing an intoxicated expression.
Then Cui Mao took a small sip.
His lips slightly smacked as if savoring the taste in his mouth.
"A wonderful and refreshing taste, no city can truly duplicate this kind of aged brew."
Cui Mao held the can in both hands and took another sip.
He relaxed a lot, and his shoulders were not so tensed up, "It's said that the Dead Sea Aged is a sacrificial offering to the gods, and only after fermenting for a long time in the Dead Sea does it acquire its unique flavors, one less bottle with every sip."
