Jiang Yisheng thanked him and quietly nibbled on the at.
"I an, can you stop always saying ’thank you’ to ?" Ji Mingqian said exasperatedly.
Jiang Yisheng looked at him, blinked his wet green eyes, "Hm?"
"We’re friends now, aren’t we?" Ji Mingqian sipped his wine, leisurely looking at him.
Jiang Yisheng nodded.
"Would you say ’thank you’ when Feng Yi serves you food?" Ji Mingqian asked.
Jiang Yisheng replied without hesitation, "No."
Ji Mingqian suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, "So why do you thank when I serve you food?"
Jiang Yisheng was at a loss for words, "I..."
Ji Mingqian deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be angry, "So you still don’t consider a friend."
The title of ’Best Actor’ was not for nothing, and Jiang Yisheng couldn’t spot the act, quickly explaining, "That’s not what I ant, you..."
Unsure how to explain, Jiang Yisheng’s face turned red with urgency, "Ji Mingqian, I really didn’t an it like that, I..."
"Alright, I’m just teasing you." Ji Mingqian chuckled and served him another chopstick of at.
"Hurry up and eat."
Jiang Yisheng instinctively wanted to say thanks but stopped himself, swallowing back the words on the tip of his tongue.
He picked up the chopsticks and, not caring what was in the bowl, quickly finished off the food.
Ji Mingqian continued to serve him while eating; the guy was not picky at all, he would eat whatever was served.
"Wait, this at doesn’t taste right." Jiang Yisheng was slow to react, but then noticed that the taste of the at he just had was off.
He licked his lips, feeling a bad premonition, "What kind of at did you serve ?"
"Beef, brisket, and..." Ji Mingqian replied casually, "lamb slices."
Lamb slices?
Jiang Yisheng’s chopsticks clattered onto the table.
His lips twitched, his expression turning bizarre.
"What’s wrong?" Ji Mingqian noticed his discomfort and asked curiously.
Suddenly, Jiang Yisheng grabbed his hand, his expression a mixture of tears and despair, "Ji Mingqian, please take to the hospital."
Ji Mingqian was startled, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill sowhere?"
"I’m allergic to lamb." In his rush, he hadn’t noticed what kind of at Ji Mingqian had been serving him, and he had shoved everything into his mouth without thinking.
This was bad.
"What?" Ji Mingqian was astonished.
He didn’t know about the lamb allergy; why hadn’t he said so sooner?
He was on the verge of tears of frustration.
"You’re not joking with , are you?"
No need for Jiang Yisheng to explain—his neck was already breaking out in red rashes.
It was a sign of an allergic reaction.
Ji Mingqian’s eyes widened and he hurriedly pulled him up.
"Let’s go, to the hospital." He had caused trouble just by serving food.
Ji Mingqian grabbed the coat from the back of the chair, hastily helping him put it on.
With more and more red rashes appearing on his pale neck, Jiang Yisheng felt a slight heat on his cheeks as soone helped him with his clothes for the first ti.
"Let’s go." Ji Mingqian grabbed the car keys from the table and pulled him away.
"Wait, your mask and sunglasses." Jiang Yisheng reminded him.
Ji Mingqian walked briskly, "Getting to the hospital is what matters, forget the sunglasses and mask."
Racing to the hospital entrance, as soon as Ji Mingqian stopped the car, the person behind him lost balance and tumbled out of the car.
Ji Mingqian’s face tensed, he reached out with a long arm, and Jiang Yisheng fell into his arms.
"Hey, Jiang Yisheng, are you okay?" He raised his hand to pat his face, and was shocked by the burning heat of his touch.
The allergic reaction was swift; Jiang Yisheng’s face was flushed red, his neck covered in rashes.
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