Su Qiao took it and put it under his nose and smelled it. Then he put a little soup into his mouth and tasted it.
The soup is indeed poisonous.
Su Qiao glanced sharply across the table, finally stopping on the mushroom soup bowl.
After tasting it, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"There is something wrong with the mushroom soup, Old Village Chief, tell them to stop eating it immediately."
Old Village Chief hurriedly banged the cane and shouted to the surrounding villagers, "Put it down quickly, put down the bowl quickly, everyone, stop eating, there is something wrong with this mushroom soup."
"What's wrong with mushroom soup?"
"Didn't Xiao Qiao buy these mushrooms in the town? Was he deceived by the vendors in the market?"
The villagers all looked puzzled.
Of course, it is impossible for them to be naive and suspicious of Su Qiao.
Although Su Qiao has a cold temperament, she is very kind to the people in the village. She will take care of any family members who have troubles. If a family member is sick, she will also help take care of them without charging any money.
She also saved Xiao Bao before, and even paid such a large medical expense in advance.
"We'll talk about this later. Be quiet for now and let Xiao Qiao concentrate on saving people."
Old Village Chief quickly told them to shut up so as not to disturb Su Qiao.
Su Qiao did not hesitate, and quickly poured dilute salt water into the three members of the family who were still conscious, and then helped induce vomiting repeatedly.
When it was almost done, I fed them several packets of medicinal powder soaked in boiling water, and finally gave them some salt and sugar water to replenish the lost body fluids.
After finishing her busy work, hot sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Okay, let's take a rest and everything will be fine. Let's help get them back."
Old Village Chief breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called several villagers to help Aunt Gui and his wife back home.
"Xiao Qiao, why is there a problem with this mushroom soup?"
Su Qiao saw no suspicious look in the villagers' eyes, and his heart suddenly felt warm.
The decision I made to stay in this small village was the right one.
Then she thought of what was happening in front of her, and her expression turned cold. "It's not that I bought the wrong mushrooms, or that I was harmed by the vendors, but that someone mixed poisonous mushrooms into it."
Who this person is, she doesn't know yet.
But nothing more than those few.
One is the few gangsters in the village who disappeared after being beaten away by her last time, and the other is Xia Yao.
Xia Yao This woman, even though she looks weak and harmless, is very cruel.
She has been scheming since she was a teenager and knows how to use tricks to benefit herself. She has been in the entertainment industry for so many years and is still doing so well. She must have become more advanced in this aspect.
"What?"
"Poisonous mushrooms were mixed in? Then this person deliberately wanted to harm us?"
Su Qiao As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers started making noise.
Old Village Chief knocked on the table with his cane, with a serious look on his face. "Everyone, be quiet and listen to what Xiao Qiao has to say."
"I bought dried mushrooms."
Su Qiao picked up the mushroom soup bowl on the table and poured the soup into several empty bowls, leaving only the mushrooms and meat underneath.
"You see, no matter how hard you soak the dried mushrooms, they will still be a little wrinkled. The umbrella-shaped noodles are dry and have no moisture. The mushroom body is a little hard and the roots are a little brown. When over-cooked, the umbrella-shaped noodles will rot like minced meat."
"As for these slices, both the surface, the mushroom body and the roots are very shiny and fresh in color. After being simmered for so long, the umbrella-shaped noodles are not rotten at all, but just scattered a little."
Old Village Chief and several villagers came forward to take a look. Sure enough, as Su Qiao said, those pieces were very different from the others.
Xia Yao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly leaned over and interjected with a simple look on his face. "What's wrong with mushrooms? They've been cooked for a long time, aren't they all like this? I think they're all the same."