Chapter 210, Don’t Laugh, Challenge
The voice of Sad Frog surprisingly sounded mechanical.
It was gender-neutral, and it was unclear how it was achieved.
But no matter what the voice was like, paired with Sad Frog’s tearful face, it was enough to make anyone hold in their laughter until their stomach hurt.
But Sang Zhe knew he couldn’t laugh. Absolutely not.
Because the moment he saw Sad Frog, a certain guess in his heart solidified.
No doubt about it.
This dude definitely came from the same place as him.
Undoubtedly a fellow traveler.
And the reason they were dressed like this was to test his identity.
Clearly, his previous antics in Little Colorful Xia’s livestream must have reminded Sad Frog of some company in reality, prompting a cautious probe.
Not wanting to reveal his own status as a fellow traveler while being unaware of Sad Frog’s true identity, Sang Zhe chose to play it safe and see how the other party would make a move.
“Welcome, Young Master Sang, to Floating Splendor Commerce.”
Sad Frog had a tearful expression while also sitting with an arrogant posture, crossing his legs: “I’ve long admired your name, Young Master Sang. Upon meeting, you truly are a fine gentleman!”
“Let me introduce myself. I am the owner of Floating Splendor Commerce, you can call me—”
He deliberately paused.
“Good—”
Sang Zhe almost jumped in to complete the sentence.
“…What a strange name. The ‘Ou’ surname isn’t very common, haha.”
Tsk. Seeing that Sang Zhe wasn’t falling for it, Sad Frog continued:
“Don’t be nervous, Young Master Sang. I’m just a humble merchant wanting to be friends with you.”
“Let’s just sit down for a meal and chat. Bring in the dishes, play the music!”
With a bang, the doors opened, and countless servants entered carrying tables.
Sang Zhe had just been nervously reflecting on almost revealing himself when he turned around.
He nearly broke his leg trying to stifle his laughter.
The servants carrying the tables were all styled with middle-parting hairstyles and suspenders, and even the lids of the dishes were basketball-shaped.
The dishes placed on the table were all chicken-themed, while a few dancers nearby were either leaning against the iron mountain or wiping glass.
Even the musicians played “Chick You’re Too Beautiful~ Beibei~” using flutes, guzhengs, and other instruments.
Yu Xia, who was completely clueless, seemed dazed, thinking it was some local dance style, turning around to look at Sang Zhe in confusion.
But when she turned, she found Sang Zhe’s face was slightly purple, with the strangest expression imaginable.
“Sir, are you feeling unwell?”
“Not…not at all…” Sang Zhe strained to respond.
He couldn’t explain to Yu Xia just how visually shocking the scene before him was.
He could only silently endure it, holding back.
Not allowing even a chuckle to escape.
“Young Master Sang, please take a seat.”
After Sad Frog settled into the main seat, he raised his hand to signal the servants to pour wine, lifting his cup lightly:
“I feel it is a shame we haven’t met sooner. Today, I have the honor to host you, Young Master Sang, and I would like to propose a toast.”
“Let’s go, Young Master Sang, bilibili—”
“Cheers—”
As soon as Sang Zhe spoke the first word, he immediately slammed the brakes: “Cheers—Wow, drinking is bad for the stomach, let me grab a bite first.”
Then, cold sweat dripping, he casually picked up a piece of food.
Who knew as soon as he moved his chopsticks, Sad Frog immediately cheered:
“Hey! Young Master Sang, you have great taste! The dish you picked is our kitchen’s signature dish, fragrant wings with rice.”
“Just eating this dish alone lacks flavor, it needs to be paired with pancakes.”
“Do you eat fried pancakes, Young Master Sang?” Sad Frog stared at him aggressively.
Sang Zhe was in a cold sweat, giving an awkward smile: “Yeah, sure, I’m not picky.”
He casually grabbed a pancake and stuffed it into his mouth, nearly choking, so he instinctively tilted his head back to down the wine.
However, the alcohol was evidently a bit stronger than he anticipated, not only catching him off guard but also giving him a slight buzz.
“Young Master Sang, your drinking skills are impressive! So bold!”
Sad Frog clapped: “I love to dine with someone like Young Master Sang, a real drinking champion.”
“Just a few days ago, I hosted an old friend, Bin Bin. He couldn’t handle a few cans before getting drunk, really pathetic.”
“Haha, Bin Bin is—”
Sang Zhe suddenly burped, shaking off the stupor slightly, and beamed: “Just because the drinking skills aren’t good, he should say it out loud! Getting drunk is a headache for others, right?”
“Not like me, I’ll just say if I can’t drink. Not afraid of losing face at all.”
Sad Frog smirked: “So you’re saying, Young Master Sang is quite bold?”
“Of course, I can only handle—cough, three cups before I’m down for the count, not good at all.”
Sad Frog slowly narrowed his eyes.
Sang Zhe pretended to be drowsy with half-closed eyes, but behind those droopy eyelids, he was entirely on guard and nervous.
“Odd changes don’t change!”
“Symbol—help me up so I can drink!”
“Light yellow dress?”
“Pillow—friends, don’t drink alone! Let’s toast together!”
“You love me, I love you?”
“密密麻麻的空杯子可全是我喝的啊，你一点都没喝！”
“Can you beat me with seventeen cards?”
“I’ll—right on the spot, drink every bit of this for you!”
…
After a moment, both were panting and glaring at each other.
Beside them, Yu Xia was completely stunned.
Though she could understand every word they were saying,
Piecing it together felt like they weren’t speaking the same language at all.
What kind of secret code was this?
After several rounds of probing, Sad Frog couldn’t help but ponder.
…They didn’t reveal a flaw at all? Could it be he was overthinking?
No way.
One last test.
“Young Master Sang.”
He slowly raised his cup, smiling: “After drinking heartily today, I realize we are very much alike, wishing to be sworn brothers right here.”
“Today, I must make Young Master Sang my friend.”
“Of course, of course.” Sang Zhe replied while pretending to be drunk.
After clinking cups and switching drinks for a while, Sad Frog suddenly feigned nonchalance:
“By the way, we’ve been drinking for so long and haven’t added each other as friends yet. Is it QQ or WeChat?”
“WeChat, you scan me—”
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the table went utterly silent.
Sad Frog stared at Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe stared back at Sad Frog.
The next moment, the two suddenly leaped up.
“Ha! The little chick finally showed its dark feet, caught ya!”
“You brat, young people don’t follow the rules, trying to trick me! I advise you to take your potion away!”
Watching as the two men grabbed each other by the collar and started tussling, Yu Xia scratched her head in confusion once again.
“…Huh?”
“What… are they even talking about?”
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