"Scram, scram, scram, where did you yellow-haired kids come from?" If you keep talking dirty like that, I won't serve you food any longer!" Weina said furiously.
Bi Yuanhang felt awkward too, but he wasn't one to get into quarrels easily, so he just took his beer, sat down at a nearby table, and drank.
He didn't know if it was because he had drunk fiery baijiu the night before, but the burning sensation in his heart and lungs was unforgettable for the moment, so the beer now tasted completely flat to him,
like drinking spoiled sugar water.
He went back to the counter and asked Weina, "Do you sell baijiu by the shot?"
"Of course, we don't sell it by the shot," Weina replied.
Bi Yuanhang was somewhat disappointed.
"I have half a bottle of leftover red wine; do you want it? If you do, I'll give you a discount—200 yuan and it's yours."
Bi Yuanhang knew the wine here wasn't expensive; 200 yuan was definitely too much.
"If you don't want it, just drink your beer," Weina said.