Zou Zhiming sighed. "I knew you'd say that. Here, have a soda."
Yan Sea took the orange-colored drink and stared at the packaging, lost in thought. He vaguely remembered Zou Zhiming treating him to this exact soda when they were just boys. The packaging was identical, which surprised him.
"This brand is an antique, decades old. How did you even find it? It's not expired, is it?"
Zou Zhiming poured himself a glass of liquor and said with a laugh and a curse:
"Bullshit! They stopped making it ages ago. But there was news recently that one of our contemporaries advanced to become a Grandmaster. He got all sentimental, saying he missed the soda from the corner store of his childhood, so someone immediately dug up the formula and rushed a batch into production. That's how I managed to buy some online."
