Su Li was so angry her face turned dark, her eyes like watery grapes filled with anger and grievance as she looked at Feng Huaijin.
Even if it didn't taste great, did he have to spit it out directly?
Feng Huaijin held the mooncake with a bite taken out of it. Seeing the red filling inside, he frowned and asked, "Red bean flavor?"
As soon as his tongue touched it, he realized it was a red bean-flavored mooncake.
Su Li, with a sullen face, sarcastically replied, "Yeah, it's red bean flavor! Mr. Qi is so noble, he can't eat the mooncakes I make!"
Su Li, furious, turned to leave, but the man suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and said calmly, "If I eat it, remember to call for emergency services at 120 for me, don't let me scare you."
Su Li was stunned, turned around suddenly, and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you allergic to red bean?"
Feng Huaijin nodded, "Yes, I'm allergic to red bean, even more seriously than to alcohol."
