"What's wrong?"
Seeing Liang Yue look as though she was about to throw up, the proprietress asked in confusion.
There was nothing unusual about her expression. It could even be called sincere.
Yet that very strangeness made their skin crawl.
"Is there something wrong... with the taste of the soup?"
The proprietress picked up the ladle and served herself a bowl of chicken soup from the clay pot. The milky-white soup gave off a rich aroma that was indeed very tempting.
But Qin Manjiang and the others clearly saw... her push that deathly pale hand aside with the ladle.
An eerie atmosphere enveloped them, but the proprietress seemed oblivious. She lifted the bowl and gently blew on it a few times.
"Phew..."
They watched as she brought the bowl to her lips and took a sip.
"Gulp-"
Her Adam's apple moved as she swallowed.
"Urgh..." Liang Yue would not have reacted this way to a mere corpse, but... this was soup stewed with a human hand!
"There's nothing wrong with it?" The proprietress set down the bowl and looked at Liang Yue, whose reaction was the strongest.
"Young lady, are you feeling unwell?"
Liang Yue waved her hands repeatedly. She was about to speak when Chen Yu beat her to it. "The fog was so thick, she might have caught a chill. Could you prepare some ginger water for her?"
Only then did the proprietress relax. She gave Liang Yue a concerned look. "All right. You mustn't let your guard down when a cold is just starting. I'll go boil you a bowl of ginger water."
"No..." Liang Yue did not want any ginger water. The chicken soup had been stewed with a human hand. Who knew what the hell she would use to boil the ginger water!
But Chen