Dragon Armor saw the situation and laughed, "Today, we had quite an encounter, brothers, let's have a drink together?"
"No problem, whatever everyone likes to drink, it's on me. I'm sure the master has brewed quite a bit of good wine." Ye Hao said cheerfully.
"Haha, then we'll trouble you to bring out some for us to taste; we've really been eyeing the good stuff brewed by the head!" Dragon Armor said with a grin.
"I'm not going." Long Ding pouted, throwing a minor tantrum, still a bit upset about Ye Hao calling him little meat dumpling or something.
Seeing this, Ye Hao stepped forward and gave Long Ding a pat on the chest, "My friend, I apologize for any offense earlier, it was truly a misunderstanding. When we drink later, I'll get you a big bowl of good stuff; you should really think about it! The master might have some good brew that's been aging for three hundred years!"
"Really going to get me a big bowl?" Long Ding licked his lips and asked.
