"I never said it was good to drink..." Wu Lifeng insists he did not endorse the drink.
"Didn't you just say it?"
"What I said was that Lin Li took the drink to the next level."
"That doesn't—"
"Qihuo brother," Wu Lifeng interrupted Fang Qihuo's rebuttal, and sincerely began, "What's 9 plus 1?"
"Ten—" After blurting out the answer, Fang Qihuo silently stopped talking and began self-punishment—continuing to drink Lin Li's cocktail.
Damn, so this is what you meant by taking it to the next level.
Alright, it's definitely a ten.
In the spirit of not wasting, Wu Lifeng still finished the drink, pouring himself some cool boiled water while chuckling, "What did you mix in this to make it taste so awful?"
"You're actually inquiring about my trade secrets? But since you're my cousin, it's no problem to tell you: 60% mare's urine, 20% soda water, 10% Sprite, 10% my sincerity and love!" Lin Li isn't keeping secrets, he says whatever.
