There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

"What's the plan? Let's hear it."

Qian Lai glanced at Xiaoba, his eyes full of threat.

It seems to be saying, if you kid dares to come up with any bad ideas to bother me, then you are really going to die today!
Xiaoba pursed his lips.

After a brief tangle, he still chose to whisper a few words in Qian Lai's ear.

Qian Lai didn't believe that Xiaoba could come up with any good ideas, but the more he listened to it, the more he felt that what Xiaoba said was really witty.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he smiled with a mustache:
"You kid, if I hadn't forced you, you really wouldn't have been able to come up with such a good idea."

Xiaoba could only force a smile, nodded and bowed:

"Yes, yes, it's thanks to you, the shopkeeper, who helped me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to figure it out!"

Only then was Qian Lai satisfied. He glanced sideways at Xiao Ba and told him not to talk about going out to cause trouble.

Xiaoba kept nodding his head, looking in the direction of the Haoshi restaurant, thoughtfully.

Song Rutang here didn't know that she could compete with a dim sum shop. After a busy day, she and Sun Shunzi finally finished making a hundred portions of hot and sour noodles, and returned home with their things.

Dinner has not yet been prepared at home. Although Song Rutang cooks delicious food, she does not want to be a cook. Naturally, everyone is responsible for the food in their own yard.

After Song Rutang returned to Yang Mansion, he went straight to Yang Mingli's yard.

Yang Mingli and his wife were still talking about something when they saw Song Rutang coming. Zhang stood up and welcomed her in.

"Why are you here at this time? Come here and warm yourself up for a while."

Since the last incident, Mrs. Zhang's attitude towards Song Rutang has obviously improved a lot. She came in first and touched Song Rutang's hand. Seeing that the back of her hand was cold, she hurriedly led her to the brazier and put a hand stove in her hand to call her. Warm your hands.

Song Rutang thanked her and expressed concern for Mrs. Zhang's old wounds. Then she turned to look at Yang Mingli and said:

"Third uncle, we may have encountered some trouble."

Yang Mingli felt something was wrong when he saw Song Rutang's expression. Thinking carefully about the things he and Song Rutang were related to at the same time, the only thing that happened was the chili pepper incident.

His expression instantly became serious. Seeing that Song Rutang was hesitant to speak, he reminded:

"Your third aunt knows about this, so just say it."

Song Ru nodded, cast an apologetic look at Mrs. Zhang, and then said to Yang Mingli:

"Third uncle, have you ever been to my room during this time? There is something wrong with the chili peppers in my room."

At the beginning of a horror movie, Yang Mingli and Zhang were thinking about something bad.

Was it someone who poisoned the chili pepper, or someone who maliciously strangled the seedlings?

Yang Mingli shook his head seriously:
"None of us entered your room without your permission."

Song Rutang changed his expression intentionally and hesitated for a moment.

After a while, when the doubts in Yang Mingli and Zhang's minds were gradually magnified, Song Rutang continued:
"Maybe I'm overthinking it... Third uncle, I suspect there is a thief in our house."

This matter didn't sound very scary at first, and the worst case scenario would be to report it to the police, but Song Rutang first reminded people of Chili Pepper, so the two of them naturally paid more attention to this matter.

Looking at each other, my heart couldn't help but rise, and I said nervously:
"What happened? Did Chili Pepper get ruined?"

"That's not true..." Song Rutang deliberately whetted the appetites of the two of them, with a confused look on his face. He seemed to have thought for a while before speaking:
"It's just that I went back to my room in the past two days and found that there was a little less pepper in my bedroom. I asked others and no one came into my bedroom to get anything. Even if someone wanted to take it, they had to tell me in advance."

Song Rutang secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them. Seeing that both of them were following the direction he guided, he continued to pretend to be worried:

"I thought, if Third Uncle is free, he might as well tell everyone in the family. If he wants to use chili pepper, tell me in advance and I will give it to him.

It's just that this kind of behavior now makes people think too much. I've been tossing and turning these days and can't sleep. I've asked everywhere, but they all said no. It's as if there's a thief in the house, which makes me panic..."

Yang Mingli and Mrs. Zhang looked at each other, knowing that this matter was definitely not simple.

Who is a good person who has nothing to do and goes to other people's houses to pick chili peppers to eat?

Moreover, not many people in the Yang family knew about growing peppers, only their family and Yang Songlan knew about it.

Although Tang Bao also made hot and sour noodles at home, he claimed that they were seasonings sent by others and were used up after just one use. Who said anything about the chili?

But seeing Song Rutang's expression, she was really scared, so the two of them didn't say anything more. After comforting her for a few words, they said:

"We'll find out tomorrow. We'll take care of it for you, and you can just open the restaurant with peace of mind."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mrs. Zhang felt a little pity in her heart and suggested to Yang Mingli:

"It's better to add a few servants to keep watch in Tangbao's courtyard. We have some in our courtyard, but they don't have any in the backyard. They all belong to girls' families, so it's not very safe after all."

Yang Mingli nodded. Just as he was about to agree, he shook his head and said:

"I'm afraid sending guards at this time will alert the enemy. I'll ask someone to keep an eye on that area. In a few days, I will send a few servants on night watch to guard the yard to prevent outsiders from coming in and taking advantage of the loophole."

Song Rutang nodded in agreement and turned back to the room.

After crying, he asked someone to help him solve the pepper problem, and even added some servants to the backyard to guard him. The result was quite satisfying.

Song Rutang slept all night and went to the restaurant the next day.

I thought this day would go smoothly, but I didn't want to get into trouble as soon as I opened the store.

Song Rutang was taking Shunshunzi to familiarize himself with the powder-making process. As soon as he praised him a few words, he heard noise coming from outside:

"Ah! My stomach hurts!"

Song Rutang glanced at the unmixed seasoning in Sun Shunzi's hand, hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Keep doing it, wait until I come back to cook the noodles."

Sun Shunzi felt relieved, nodded, and continued to think about the condiments.

Why is my seasoning less fragrant than the master's?

Scratching his head, not caring about outside matters, and trusting Song Rutang to solve the problem, Sun Shunzi plunged into research.

Song Rutang heard the noise and went out to check, and naturally saw someone lying in the middle of the hall.

Different from the allergic reaction last time, this time this person really felt something was wrong and lay on the ground rolling over and over.

When Song Rutang crossed the crowd and walked forward, the man squinted his eyes and opened his eyes. When he saw Song Rutang approaching, he immediately shouted:
"Ouch! It hurts me so much! Their hot and sour noodles are not clean, so don't eat them anymore! You will die if you eat them!"

(End of this chapter)