"Aged Chen, good stuff!" Yang Chen smiled, put the teacup back on the table, and let the old chief refill the tea, though he wouldn't drink any more.
Meanwhile, Jian Feng, sitting nearby, seemed a bit thirsty. The old chief poured him a cup, and he drank it up.
The old chief noticed Jian Feng's unsatisfied look and awkwardly glanced at him, but continued to refill his cup.
Jian Feng downed another cup, and the old chief, feeling helpless, kept pouring the tea.
Jian Feng wanted another drink, but Yang Chen couldn't take it any longer and pulled him aside.
After all, the old chief deserves respect, don't you think?
Jian Feng seemed to realize this too, his face showed a hint of embarrassment as he smiled, sat up straight, and refrained from grabbing the teacup.
The old chief took a sigh of relief, set down the teapot, and smiled, "This time, I've invited you over because I need your assistance with something."
