Before Ji Anning could say anything, Xiang Yiqing immediately shot Ji Chicheng a disdainful look, "You might as well soak in a jar of vinegar for the rest of your life."
Then he turned around and continued walking towards the hospital's main entrance.
Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng had come to him, basically in his territory. After eating enough, he waved someone over to settle the bill.
Xiang Yiqing was the young master of the Fengming Hospital across the street, a regular here, and every time he came, the manager of this restaurant personally took care of the orders and payments.
After swiping the card, Xiang Yiqing complained while signing, "Your pickled fish is getting less and less authentic."
Upon hearing this, the manager quickly responded, "That's not possible. Our pickles are made from our family recipe, the fish is all wild snakehead, and the chefs are the original team."
With a very sincere attitude, there wasn't a trace of lying.
