Maya Miyagawa nodded.

Asked Wang Yi: “What drinks are available here?”

Wang Yi shouted directly to the busy waiter in authentic Shaanxi dialect: "Brother, bring me a bottle of Bingfeng."

The waiter who was serving the plates asked Wang Yi.

"Brother Yi, do you want ice drops or room temperature drops?"

Bingfeng is a local drink in Trang An Province.

Born in 1953.

Under the attack of today's major foreign beverage brands, it has survived tenaciously.

When Wang Yi was a child, after playing football, he would often have a bottle with his meal.

I thought that since we are thousands of miles away from my hometown, there might not be one here. I just asked casually, but I didn’t expect that there really is one.

"It needs to be at room temperature."

Wang Yi replied.

Of course it's nice to drink ice on a hot day like this.

But as an athlete, you should try to drink as little ice as possible.

Moreover, he has a game tomorrow, so it would be bad if there were fewer people.

Soon, the guy opened two bottles of Bingfeng and placed them in front of Wang Yi and Maya Miyagawa.

Wang Yi took a sip and couldn't help but praise: It tastes like childhood!

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