"My apologies, my apologies," Song Yan said, smiling sheepishly.
The Old Man in a Straw Raincoat gave him a look, took the wine pot, and guzzled two mouthfuls, then suddenly began to cough violently.
Xiao Ju quickly patted his hunched back, but the Old Man in a Straw Raincoat waved his hand and laughed, "Good wine, good wine. For the sake of this wine, I'll let you off this once."
"It's just that I'm old and easy to talk to. If you met those hot-tempered, difficult fishing Seniors, you'd be paying for it, I tell you."
Song Yan repeatedly agreed.
The Old Man in a Straw Raincoat took another swig of wine, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized Song Yan: "Little brat, judging by your accent, you're not from Ying City, are you?"
"Junior Song Yan, courtesy name Ye Sheng, from Qizhou."
Song Yan took the wine pot and asked casually, "How should I address you, Senior?"
"...Hmm, I'm called..."
