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

Chapter 49: Not a love brain?
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Song Rutang picked up the pork and looked at it, only to see fine powder sprinkled on top. If she didn't look carefully, she might think it was the coolness accumulated in the middle of the night due to the cold weather.

After taking a look at the cook, he saw that he was still kneading the dough, his expression was as usual, and there was nothing unusual. Song Rutang also pretended to be nonchalant and asked:
"Have you salted this meat?"

"No."

The cook got up early and his mind was not clear yet. He just thought that he had let it go and then forgot about it, and took a closer look at the meat.

"What is this?"

The cook took the meat and looked at it carefully for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more something was wrong.

This powder is much finer than salt particles. If you don't look carefully, you can't really tell.

He sipped a little with his fingers and was about to put it into his mouth. Song Rutang quickly stopped him:
"Don't eat it, it's poisonous."

The cook couldn't understand:

"When Madam brought it back last night, the meat was still bloody. I washed it specially before putting it in the kitchen. Why are there so many extra things this morning?"

Song Rutang only thought of one possibility.

That means someone poisoned you.

It's impossible for the meat to react chemically with the air and produce poison for no reason?

Since someone had been here, they would definitely leave traces. Song Rutang looked around and found something unusual from the window sill.

When I walked over and took a look, I saw that although the window was closed tightly, there were still a few muddy shoe prints on the window sill, some facing inward and some facing outward.

"Someone must have come in and sprinkled it on the meat. I don't know why they came here and how cruel they were."

After thinking about it, Song Rutang bought a little mouse from the mall for five points.

Afraid that the sudden suggestion of a mouse would be too fake, she also specifically asked the system to put the mouse in the mouse hole in the corner of the kitchen.

After the mouse was in place, Song Rutang cut a small piece of meat and threw it into the mouse hole.

"There may not be rats these days. People don't have food to eat, let alone rats."

The cook looked at Song Rutang's actions and was very puzzled.

If you find someone poisoning, wouldn't you just report it to the official?Why bother?
Song Rutang did not explain.

Disputes over public opinion and intentional homicide are of different natures.

Not long after, the mouse stumbled out of the mouse hole, with blood dripping from its mouth. After only crawling a few steps, it fell to the ground stiffly and lost its breath.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Song Rutang always felt that the little mouse looked at him resentfully before dying.

The cook next to him had already begun to exclaim:
"What if this is eaten by the customers? Who is so cruel and dares to poison our store like this? No, we must report it to the official!"

He picked up the meat basin and was about to walk out. Before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Song Rutang.

Song Rutang's mind turned around a few times, always thinking about making this matter bigger. Otherwise, the government was very busy right now and might not have time to take care of this.

After thinking for a while, Song Rutang remembered something:

"Did Mr. Lin have an appointment to come today?"

The cook figured it out after a moment of thought:

"Someone must be deliberately plotting to kill Mr. Lin. I will report it to the government immediately. Such a major matter cannot be taken lightly!"

The cook immediately understood what Song Rutang meant and trotted out with the meat basin.

Song Rutang waited for a while, then walked out at the right time, and apologized to the people waiting outside the door:
"There was something wrong with the ingredients in the store today. It will take a few days for the customers to come." Everyone outside the door had come early to wait, but they didn't want to be suddenly informed that they couldn't buy anything. They just felt like they were being splashed with water. Like cold water, everyone tried to save it again.

"What happened? Why can't we even open the store?"

"Little lady, how many more days do we have to wait before we come again? We finally came early today, why can't we buy it?"

"Why can't it be sold? How many days can it be opened? Can you give me an accurate answer?"

Being surrounded by many people for a while, Song Rutang's head was buzzing and he simply didn't reply to anyone.

I also thought about expanding this matter. If the matter spreads far away, maybe after the matter is over, it may attract some people from other places to buy things.

Having made up her mind, Song Rutang's little face wrinkled up, full of worry and fear:
"Guests, it's better not to ask. The store has caused trouble for others. Guests, it's better to go back quickly."

After saying that, she closed the store door and hid at the door to listen to everyone's reactions.

I heard everyone outside the door start to discuss after being stunned for a short time:

"What's going on? What do you mean?"

"When I came here just now, I saw the cook in the store carrying the meat to the county government office. Could it be that the meat in the store was stolen?"

"It's not like that. I remembered what you said. I also met the cook. His hand was still wrapped in a handkerchief, and he didn't touch a bit of flesh. He must have been poisoned, right?"

"No wonder that little lady is so scared. The business is so prosperous that people are jealous, and the poisonous meat almost got into her hands and harmed people. If this happened to me, I would be scared too."

"If nothing else, this store is really conscientious and knows how to check the ingredients. If I had followed my mother-in-law's temper and just cooked with my eyes closed, we would all be doomed now!"

A group of people talked about going far away, and they all made appointments to go to the county government office to join in the fun, and invisibly gained more praise for Song Rutang's skewers.

Song Rutang felt relieved and turned around to see Qin Yuming standing behind him like a ghost, staring at him with deep eyes:
"Beautiful girl, let's talk about something."

Song Rutang: No, you can talk about your love in peace, can we rewrite this story?

Qin Yuming sat down on the bench, looked serious, and said:

"Why is my mother looking for you? Does she really want to take you in as her goddaughter, or..."

Song Rutang said nothing, staring straight at Qin Yuming.

She still couldn't understand Qin Yuming's attitude, nor did she know how much Mrs. Qin kept the matter secret.

Just seeing Qin Yuming's hostile attitude towards her, I knew that Mrs. Qin had specifically not told Qin Yuming about this and didn't want him to know.

If she spilled the beans and ruined the whole trip, she would be a sinner.

After thinking for a while, Song Rutang replied:
"It's nothing, it's just that we hit it off like old friends. The two of us met very cordially, so we said a few more words."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuming sneered with a sideways smile:

"Are you two looking at me? Do you really think of me as a fool who just wants to get married and doesn't know anything else?"

Song Rutang was stunned.

Not a love brain?
Now she couldn't understand what the two women were doing. One was hiding it from his son, and the other was pretending to be stupid and hiding it from his mother, without letting the other know.

Is it possible to fight guerrillas?
Song Rutang wanted to go back to sleep, but she lost her patience and said coldly:

"Since you know, you might as well discuss it with Madam. I'm just an insignificant person."

But Qin Yuming didn't want to get excited directly:
"You must not go with her! You can't go on this trip!"

(End of this chapter)