Spend money to treat someone to a meal, eat well yourself, but make the other person sick, and end up in a lawsuit?

Yang Huasheng was dumbfounded, wishing he could raise his hand and slap himself a few times. What the hell is this?

On the side, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming saw Tan's domineering words and deliberately refused to come out to smooth things over.

In the past, they would definitely have come out to persuade people to treat their old man to dinner. No matter it was out of flattery or something, it was ultimately a good intention. But now, they don't want to get out of the way.

Because of what happened to the transport team last time, Yang Huasheng and his wife were too noisy. They arranged for Yang Ruoqing everywhere, and also made people like the old Yang family angry. They deliberately didn't speak to them when they met on the road. Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming took the initiative to say hello to them, and even

It was a hit in the nose.

"Speak quickly, the doctor is still waiting. Are you two dead?"

Mrs. Tan waited for a moment but didn't get a response from Yang Huasheng and his wife. Her voice suddenly rose and the crutch in her hand hit the ground hard.

Yang Huasheng and Kong were frightened and subconsciously hid behind, fearing that Tan would go crazy and hit someone with a cane, because Tan often did this kind of thing.

"I said, I said, Auntie, don't be angry." Yang Huasheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and named the dish while thinking about it.

"The vermicelli was cooked with cabbage, half a kilogram of bacon left over from the Chinese New Year was cooked with sauerkraut, the chicken was braised in braise, and the offal was stir-fried with parsley. A piece of salted fish left over from the New Year was also cooked, and there was also a bowl of pickles and a bowl of egg drops.

Soup, white rice, two steamed sweet potatoes on top of the rice, and, by the way, a jar of soju."

Everyone in the old Yang family listened to the names of the dishes in silence, and secretly sighed in their hearts that the Yang Huasheng family had taken out all the New Year's stock to entertain the old man. It seemed that they were really determined to help Yang Yongbing find a job with Yang Yongxian.

"Afu, listen, what's the reason for these dishes? The old man was in good health before, and he won't get dysentery no matter what he eats!" Mrs. Tan raised her voice to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu stroked his beard and thought about it, then shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with these dishes. Isn't it dysentery?"

Yang Ruoqing in the crowd suddenly asked: "Did you miss any dishes? For example, something round, fragrant, and a little smelly."

The reason why I ask this is because I heard Yu Xingkui mention something Yang Yongbing poked with chopsticks before.

Just as Yang Huasheng was about to speak out, Kong gave him a tug in the dark and said, "Oh, I remembered, they are roasted potatoes. They are fragrant and not smelly at all. But I roasted those roasted potatoes for Yong Bing."

For food, I just baked one."

Yang Ruoqing did not continue to inquire, and no one else intervened. Everyone focused their attention on Uncle Fu.

Yang Huazhong suggested that Uncle Fu prescribe medicine according to dysentery.

Mrs. Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly turned his head and cast his gaze on Uncle Fu, with a look of concern on his face.

Yang Ruoqing quietly exited the room...

When Uncle Fu had prescribed the medicine, Yang Ruoqing and Jiang Guiling suddenly came in from outside.

"Uncle Fu, could you please find out if this thing is the culprit of my father's illness?"

Yang Ruoqing said as she entered the house holding an open ocean bowl in her hand.

Inside the big bowl was half a bowl of dark oily soup, with several round black things soaked in it. As soon as the things were brought into the room, a fragrant and stinky smell suddenly filled the room.

It echoes the feces left by Old Yangtou, creating a strange smell that makes people want to die.

Uncle Fu took the bowl handed over by Yang Ruoqing, poked something inside with his chopsticks, took it out and looked at it carefully.

Lao Yang's family members in the room were all confused and didn't know why Yang Ruoqing brought a bowl.

Could it be that this is Yang Huasheng’s bowl?

As soon as the thoughts passed through everyone's minds, they saw Kong's expression change and they rushed over to grab the bowl.

"This is my bowl. Girl Qing, why are you going through my kitchen cupboard? Give it back to me!"

Kong came to grab something from Uncle Fu, but Yang Ruoqing pushed her away and used her body to protect Uncle Fu who was still studying it carefully.

"I was afraid that you might have missed some dish, so I made a special trip, but I didn't expect that I actually found it. Speaking of aunt, you didn't poison this dish, so why are you panicking?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Kong with a smile, just not to give Kong a chance to snatch it back.

Kong's face turned red with anxiety: "You're talking nonsense, that's the kind of person I am."

"Since you are not that kind of person, then why are you so nervous and insist on taking this dish back? Is this to destroy the evidence that you harmed my father?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately angered Kong.

Mrs. Kong was so angry that she stamped her feet and spat on the ground: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Girl Qing, you have to have evidence for what you say. Who saw that I harmed your father?" "If it's not poisonous, then let me know before.

You reported the name of the dish, why did you leave this out?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Kong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Yang Huasheng. When he met Yang Huasheng's somewhat puzzled look, Kong's eyes flickered, and he curled his lips and said, "I forgot, how can a person remember so many things when he is old?"

"Then tell me, what kind of dish is this? Is it fragrant and smelly?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Originally, she didn't plan to get serious with this kind of woman, but when she thought about how she had ignored her before, they were jumping around more and more cheerfully, and even scolded her when they were washing by the pond in the morning, so Yang Ruoqing also planned to get into trouble with this woman.

"This is round, like an egg but not an egg. What is it that you are deliberately hiding?"

Yang Ruoqing's question also aroused the curiosity of others.

"Just tell me quickly, what did you give my old man to eat?" Yang Huaming asked impatiently.

Everyone else also looked dissatisfied.

Kong still didn’t say anything.

Mrs. Sun took a look and said, "It looks like a hairy egg."

Fu Bo then had the result: "It is indeed a rough egg."

Kong said: "Yes, they are raw eggs. There is an old hen in my house that is hatching eggs. I heard that these raw eggs are good for people, especially men, so I picked a few and fried them.

Put it in a pot and cook it with soup, and we all ate it, it was so good!"

"No, Old Uncle Yang's problem lies in this thing!" Uncle Fu interrupted Kong directly.

"Afu, you can't slander anyone. Even if you are a doctor, you must provide evidence when you speak. Eggs are a good nourishing food!" Kong said loudly, his face red with anger.

Uncle Fu smiled calmly, "The evidence is here, please take a look!"

A thin silver needle of cow hair was pulled out of the hairy egg.

The part pinched in Forbes' fingers was silver-white, but the part pulled out of the egg turned black.

Uncle Fu is a doctor, and the silver needle in his hand is specially made and can be used to test poisons.
Chapter completed!