He didn't pay much attention to it, thinking to himself that the hometown peppercorns were overused. How could they make his lips so swollen that he almost didn't feel them?
Wang Yuhe couldn't sit still, her eyes darting around. When her gaze swept over the three people at the table next to theirs, she couldn't look away.
She stole a glance, then couldn't help but take a second look.
She hesitated to speak and waited until Jiang Nian finished his instant noodles. Just as the three were about to leave, she finally couldn't hold back and spoke up.
"Hey, look at that guy with sausage lips."
Jiang Nian turned his head, took a glance, and said.
"Crap, he's having an allergic reaction."
Just as he finished speaking, Zeng Yunde, the self-proclaimed strategist, suddenly collapsed onto the table. Zhang Xiaofan and Cao Yang were both startled as if scared out of their wits.
"Damn, Xiaofan, there's poison in the food!"
