The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

"Not that handsome." Zhou Qian tried hard not to laugh, but there was smile in his eyes.

He Jing didn't expose him and walked forward slowly.

Before I even reached the door, I found that Zhou Cuihong's house was surrounded by people.

Mrs. Qing's voice could still be heard faintly.

He Jing frowned.

Zhou Qian'an is tall and can see far. There are a lot of people around, but he has no idea what exactly happened.

"Go and take a look?" Zhou Qian asked.

He Jing didn't want to gossip, but when she listened carefully, she really heard Mrs. Qing crying. Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "Let's go and take a look."

"Mrs. Qing seems to be inside."

The two of them went there together.

Mrs. Qing cursed Chen Jianjun, "Your family has such a vicious heart!"

"My grandson is only a few years old, and you are harming him like this!"

"What's wrong?" He Jing asked a villager at random.

"Didn't Zhou Cuihong make pickled beans?"

"She sent it to Mrs. Qing. Mrs. Qing was not at home, but her grandson was. After eating it, her grandson vomited and had diarrhea. You didn't see it. The child's face was pale and green. It was scary to look at."

Chen Jianjun frowned, "Dabao is just like your dog, both of them are vomiting and having diarrhea."

"We are all from the same village. There is no deep hatred between our two families, and there is no need to harm others."

"Then tell me, what should we do now?" Mrs. Qing was very angry. She didn't care what happened to Chen Dabao, she just wanted her own dog Dan to be healthy.

He Jing didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes and thought.

"Is it because of the sour beans?" Zhou Qian asked softly.

He Jing looked up and said, "Sour beans need to be fermented. If the timing is wrong or something goes wrong, they will stink and it's not impossible to get an upset stomach."

Zhou Cuihong came back from the grain drying field and saw a crowd of people outside her house. She also saw He Jing and Zhou Qian'an, and her face immediately fell. "What are you two doing outside my house again?"

Zhou Cuihong pointed at the two people angrily and shouted, "Hurry up and leave. It's bad luck to see you two."

"tui."

He Jing didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so she called Zhou Qi'an and said, "Let's go."

When Mrs. Qing heard He Jing's voice, she immediately turned around and said, "He Jing, it's good that you're here."

"Can you help me check if there is something wrong with these sour beans?"

He Jing's nose moved. No wonder she had been smelling a sour odor just now. Turns out this was it.

Suddenly, He Jing's brows knitted together, and her expression changed, "These sour beans can't be eaten."

Authentic sour beans are sour with a little sweetness.

Rather than sour and smelly.

"How could there be any problem with the pickled beans I made?" Zhou Cuihong immediately pushed everyone aside and squeezed in. She glared at He Jing, then looked at Mrs. Qing, with her hands on her hips, "I think you are just looking for trouble."

When Chen Jianjun saw Zhou Cuihong coming back, his expression turned colder, "Dabao ate sour beans and had vomiting and diarrhea just like Goudan."

"Impossible." Zhou Cuihong still swore.

"Then tell me what happened." Mrs. Qing was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

Zhou Cuihong refused to admit that there was something wrong with the pickled beans she made.

"It's easy to prove that there is no problem." He Jing said, "You ate this bowl of sour beans in front of so many people."

"For the next two days, nothing happened to you, which proves that there is nothing wrong with the sour beans."

"If you also have vomiting and diarrhea, you will be responsible for Qing Sao's grandson Goudan."

Zhou Cuihong snorted and rolled her eyes, "Eat it if you want."

She directly took the sour beans from Mrs. Qing's hand, picked up two and stuffed them into her mouth.

The taste of sour beans is very strong.

Zhou Cuihong almost vomited, but with so many people watching, she forced herself to hold it in and ate a few bites in succession. Her teeth were softened by the sourness and a foul smell lingered in her nose, rushing straight to her brain.

Mrs. Qing watched her eat and said, "Eat it up and don't leave any for me!"

"Just eat it." Zhou Cuihong had tears in her eyes.

The others also smelled the stench, and when they saw Zhou Cuihong finish the whole bowl of sour beans one bite at a time, they shuddered all over and admired her from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhou Cuihong is really cruel.

"How is it?" Zhou Cuihong finished eating and wiped the corner of her mouth with her arm, "Look, I'm fine."

"Why are you in such a hurry? This is not poison. It won't take effect immediately." He Jing said softly.

Zhou Cuihong glared at him.

She didn't care at all and turned to look at Mrs. Qing, "How is the child?"

"Sent him to the clinic." Mrs. Qing pursed her lips.

He Jing patted her shoulder and said, "Eat something light these days."

"The stomach and intestines need to be slowly restored."

"Don't let the children eat the sour beans." He Jing remembered the sour beans she made at Mrs. Qing's house two days ago and reminded them again.

Mrs. Qing sighed, "Can we only eat white porridge?"

"Yeah." He Jing nodded, "Don't eat the eggs either. If possible, make some meat porridge."

Mrs. Qing was planning to make some steamed egg custard for her child to nourish him in the evening. When she heard that he couldn't eat it, she felt even more upset. "You can't eat this, and you can't eat that. How can I nourish him?"

Zhou Cuihong snorted and looked at them proudly, "What do you think? It's already this late, and I'm fine."

"Nothing can happen to my sour beans."

Seeing how proud and arrogant she was, Mrs. Qing clenched her fists and wished she could slap her twice on the spot.

"Don't worry, it'll only take a moment." He Jing stopped Mrs. Qing, "If something really happened, it will definitely happen within half an hour."

Mrs. Qing thought of her grandson, gritted her teeth, snorted, and sat cross-legged at the door of Zhou Cuihong's house, "Today, I won't leave."

"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave." Zhou Cuihong didn't bother to care, "Do whatever you want, just don't get in my way."

He Jing wanted to get Mrs. Qing up and sit at her home for a while.

But Mrs. Qing was stubborn and didn't want to leave. She insisted on standing outside Zhou Cuihong's house and watching.

Zhou Qi'an saw this and said to He Jing, "Why don't you go get a small stool?"

"You're going?" He Jing looked at him, "There's someone at home."

"Okay." Zhou Qian went to the He family.

Others saw this and smiled kindly. Someone asked, "He Jing, you and Zhou Qi'an have a really good relationship."

"Yes."

Then someone asked, "When are you getting married?"

"We are all waiting to eat your wedding candy."

He Jing smiled and replied, "No hurry, let's take a look first."

Zhou Qian came out with a bench.

After taking it, Mrs. Qing sat down and stared at Zhou Cuihong.

Zhou Cuihong was being stared at, but she didn't care at all. She even ran a few steps proudly to show that nothing was wrong.

He Jing glanced at him, then looked away and looked at Zhou Qian, "You go back first."

"It's getting late."

"Are you all okay here?" Zhou Qian'an was not very reassured.

"What are you going to eat for lunch?" Zhou Qian asked again.

He Jing looked at the front door of her house. "With mom and sister-in-law here, we won't be short of food."

Mrs. Qing looked at the two of them and felt very embarrassed. "Jingjing, go back."

"I'll just wait here."