On the Verge of Reaching Great Yin

"Please enjoy your meal."

After setting down the food, the innkeeper hurried to get away.

He was afraid the two might notice something was wrong, change their minds, and deal with him.

Who knew Zhao Han would call after him in a voice like a death knell? "Innkeeper, we've learned from experience. Come help us check how the food tastes."

The innkeeper's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled. "Of course. Now that that rat Xiao Liuzi is gone, I've always had confidence in the delicious food at my restaurant."

Taking a fresh pair of chopsticks, the innkeeper picked up a bite without the slightest hesitation and shoved it into his mouth.

"Mmm, fresh and delicious. It tastes wonderful!"

"Ugh..."

But just after the innkeeper had praised it, his face turned green before the food had even been in his mouth for long.

Then his skin and flesh all turned green. He was clearly deeply poisoned.

"W-what? How could this be?"

"Could it be that Chef Wang... h-he framed me because he wanted to take over my restaurant..."

The innkeeper writhed on the ground, unwilling to die and unable to rest in peace. Gradually, he stopped breathing.

Zhao Si stared, dumbfounded. That innkeeper's ruthless, all right. He even poisoned himself.

But he never learns. He failed once, then tried again. Does he really think we're idiots?

"Eat."

Zhao Han pointed at the remaining food and began helping himself without a trace of politeness.

Zhao Si swallowed, staring at the table laden with food, unable to bring himself to eat.

But Zhao Han ate with relish.

Zhao Si was hungry too. Since Lao Da had eaten, there must be nothing wrong with it, so he tucked in.

As for the innkeeper, only the bite he had just eaten had been