Lan Sihai led Zhuang Zhixi and Ming Mei to Donglaishun again.
This old man's meat coupons hadn't been spent at the butcher's; they had all been spent at Donglaishun.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhixi began to understand what Ming Mei meant by "having a refined taste in food and drink." Indeed, it was quite refined. The three of them even ordered a bottle of Xifeng liquor, each holding a small half-cup, and clinked their glasses.
Lan Sihai smiled and said, "This time, our operation to deal with those three troublemakers was a complete success, thanks to our teamwork. Let's toast to our future endeavors, big or small, all going smoothly."
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Ming Mei took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and said, "I can't handle this stuff."
Zhuang Zhixi: "If you can't drink it, give it to me, I'll take it."
Ming Mei shook her head and refused: "No, I want to drink a little, I'm happy."
