"Wow, not bad, this is indeed tasty." Cheng Ziang said, unable to resist burping from the alcohol.
"How does the guest find it?" The woman from the Ghost Race hadn't gone far, and upon hearing Cheng Ziang's praise, she approached proactively and asked.
"Um, not bad at all." Cheng Ziang nodded and responded.
"Would the guest like to enhance the flavor of the drink?" the woman from the Ghost Race asked.
"How would that be done?" Cheng Ziang was momentarily taken aback and asked.
"If the guest wishes, I can serve you. After all, the guest has spent quite a sum," the Ghost Race woman said mysteriously.
"Uh, that, I don't want accompanying drinks," Cheng Ziang suddenly realized something, and quickly waved his hands to decline.
"The guest misunderstands; it's not about accompanying drinks," the Ghost Race woman said with a smile.
"Then what is it..." Cheng Ziang was extremely embarrassed, hurriedly shifting his mask back into place, scratching his head awkwardly.