Killing Magre

"That sounds pretty cheesy. I wonder how it tastes." Jefferson smiled and gave in. "Since it's your signature drink and I'm here, why not give it a try? Give me two cups of Killing Magre." The waiter quickly answered, "Sir, I'm sorry! One person is only allowed to order one a day. You can also choose other drinks to try. Although they're not as delicious as Killing Magre, they have their own uniqueness as well." Jefferson tapped on the table with his fingers and asked, "What if I insist on drinking two?" "Sir, it's our restaurant's rule that only one Killing Magre is allowed per customer each day. Please don't make things difficult for me." "Make things difficult for you? What do you mean?" Jefferson raised his eyebrows slightly and mocked with a faint smile, "I want two glasses of the drink but you insist on only selling one to me. Do you think you're the one who's making things difficult for me, or am I the one who is making things difficult for you?" "Sir..." In the service industry