He took out his phone and stepped aside to answer a call.
The parking spaces in the scenic area were incredibly hard to find; Ji Mingqian finally managed to locate a spot after much effort.
When he ca to look for his friends, he saw no sign of Li Mochan and the others.
Just as he was about to call Ye Jiuliang, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure nearby, and he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
After a mont’s hesitation, he walked toward the vendor selling candied hawthorns.
"If you’re not buying anything, please step aside and don’t block my business," the middle-aged man selling candied hawthorns said with visible displeasure when he saw Jiang Yisheng standing motionless in front of his stall, his tone grew harsher.
A touch of embarrassnt flashed in Jiang Yisheng’s eyes. He had only brought his phone; not to ntion cash, he hadn’t even brought his wallet.
"Who says he’s not buying?" A low and hoarse voice arose from beside him.
Jiang Yisheng turned to look and the handso profile of the man ca into view.
"Give ten skewers," Ji Mingqian said, pulling out his wallet and taking out two red banknotes.
The middle-aged vendor’s eyes lit up at the sight of money. He gladly accepted the red banknotes from Ji Mingqian, and his face imdiately twisted into a sycophantic smile, "Alright."
He took ten skewers of candied hawthorns off the straw target, handing them over to Ji Mingqian with a beaming smile.
"Sir, here are your candied hawthorns."
Ji Mingqian reached out, took them, and turned to leave.
Noticing that the other person wasn’t following, he spoke a bit fiercely, "Aren’t you coming along? You’re blocking their business."
Jiang Yisheng started walking behind him, always maintaining a distance of one ter.
Suddenly, the person in front stopped.
Ji Mingqian turned around, glanced at him, and shoved all the candied hawthorns into Jiang Yisheng’s hands, "Here, take them."
With both hands filled with candied hawthorns, Jiang Yisheng looked down. His lips curved into a faint smile at the sight of the sugar-coated treats.
The barely noticeable smile didn’t escape Ji Mingqian’s attention, and the frown he had been sporting finally relaxed.
He cleared his throat, stubbornly saying, "These things are too sweet. They’re yours now, if you want to eat them, eat them; if not, throw them away."
Jiang Yisheng looked up at him, hope glistening in his clear green eyes, his voice soft as jade, "Can we still be friends?"
"What?" Ji Mingqian was stunned.
"I was just joking with my mom that day," Jiang Yisheng murmured, biting his lower lip.
"Apart from Feng Yi, you’re my second real friend."
Ji Mingqian huffed stubbornly, "Why didn’t you explain it before?"
Jiang Yisheng did not respond, instead, he lowered his head to look at the candied hawthorns in his hands and licked the corner of his lips.
He couldn’t stand this pitiable look on him, making it seem as if he had bullied him.
Ji Mingqian smirked, his eyes softening with a hint of mirth, "Alright, alright, let’s consider the matter closed."
"So, are we still friends?" Jiang Yisheng raised his head to ask, his warm voice tinged with nervousness.
Ji Mingqian laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder and hooking Jiang Yisheng’s neck, "You’re such an idiot."
If he didn’t consider him a friend, why would he block paint for him, and now buy him candied hawthorns? He was no saint.
Jiang Yisheng curved his lips, a look of relief flitting through his eyes.
Actually, this was quite nice, wasn’t it?
"You two hid here, making search everywhere for you," Feng Yi teased, having finished his phone call and co looking for them, upon seeing the two huddled close.
"Asheng, you’re all grown up, and you still like candied hawthorns, a kid’s treat."
"Here, take two skewers. I can’t finish them all by myself," Jiang Yisheng straightened up and handed out two skewers of the candied hawthorns.
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