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It was lunchtime, but there were only seven or eight tables of guests scattered around in the lobby, making it seem particularly deserted.

The doors of the private rooms on the second floor were mostly open, and there were no customers, so the business could be considered bleak.

After entering the private room, Xiyu looked around carefully. The environment was very neat and clean, which she was quite satisfied with.

The two sat down and the waiter began to introduce the dishes.

"What does Third Sister-in-law want to eat?"

Xiyu asked proactively. This was her shop, so naturally she had to host the dinner.

Dong E Rongzhu didn't hesitate and said to the waiter directly: "Send all the signs of your restaurant here. Does my sister-in-law want to add anything?"

Xiyu shook her head. The signature dish could explain everything.

If the signature dishes are not tasty, the other dishes will surely not be satisfactory either.

There was a basin in the room. The two washed their hands and chatted while waiting for the food to be served.

They talked about some precautions during pregnancy and postpartum period.

The dishes were served quickly and the service was excellent, but the taste... After Xiyu tasted them one by one, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The taste of these dishes can only be described as mediocre. There is no dish that leaves a deep impression, let alone being outstanding.

Only the Matsutake pigeon soup was delicious, and Rongzhu even asked for a second bowl.

This seemed to be what the waiter had expected. He smiled and came forward and said, "Madam, you have a good eye. This soup is the signature dish of our restaurant."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Xiyu and the others could say anything, they heard screams coming from outside, followed by a loud quarrel.

"What's going on outside?"

Rongzhu felt a little curious, so she put down the bowl of soup in her hand and stood up.

Xiyu's ears twitched, and her brows suddenly knitted together, "It seems... someone is dead!"

The two looked at each other and stood up tacitly.

Chun Shi and Yin Xing stepped forward at the same time and stopped them in their tracks. "Fujin, someone has died outside. We're afraid there will be a collision."

After saying that, Ginkgo pointed at Dong'e Rongzhu's belly, his eyes full of earnest pleading.

She was really afraid that her wife would rush out and see a dead body.

Rongzhu pursed her lips, wilted, and was forced to sit back in her seat.

In fact...she wasn't afraid at all.

Seeing that his wife was still standing in the distance, Chun Shi could not help but remind her again, "Wife...you——"

Xi Yu waved at her, "I'm fine, I'm not afraid. This is my shop. If something goes wrong, I need to know the whole story. I might even have to deal with the aftermath."

She walked hurriedly to the corridor on the second floor and looked down from the railing. A shrill female voice instantly came into her ears.

"Da Zhuang, wake up! What will I do if you die?"

In the lobby on the first floor, a group of people gathered near the window.

Xiyu was looking down from above and could clearly see a thin man lying on the ground. His face was dark and swollen, and he looked like he was dead.

There were several men standing nearby wearing similar attire, and judging by their positions and expressions, they seemed to be standing together.

A woman rushed over from the crowd and hugged the man lying on the ground, as if she was sure that he was dead.

But...she clearly saw that the man's chest was still rising and falling.

By focusing spiritual power on the eyes, one can confirm that the person is still alive and that the speed at which his vitality is lost is not too fast.

"Your food is poisonous. My boss drank a mouthful of soup and became like this!"

The middle-aged woman, wearing rough clothes and with a pair of standard slanted eyes, cried for a long time before squeezing out a few tears.

But she cried loudly, and when she said the food was poisonous, everyone around her panicked and went to check their own soup, and no one paid attention to these details.

The waiter wanted to go forward to check what was going on, but was also pushed away by the crying woman.

She was a woman and was the weaker party. The waiter didn't dare to fight back and could only stay away.

Xiyu saw all of this.

A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, then she hooked her finger at Xia Ying and whispered something in her ear.

Xia Ying took advantage of no one's attention and trotted out of the main door.

"It's the Matsutake pigeon soup! It's the Matsutake pigeon soup that's poisonous!"

Someone quietly checked the soup on the table by the window and screamed.

This shout made those who ordered the soup feel uneasy and their chests felt stuffy. They didn't know if it was a psychological effect.

“Matsutake pigeon soup?!!”

Yin Shuang shouted softly, her voice trembling.

Their wives also drink this soup!

Xiyu turned around subconsciously and saw Rongzhu had stood up and walked out, looking at her nervously.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, there's no poison in the soup."

She smiled and took Rongzhu's hand and patted it twice to comfort her.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Rongzhu turned around and glanced at Yinshuang, "Be more steady."

After saying that, she didn't go back to the private room. She just stood at the door. Ginkgo opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

"That person is not dead." Xiyu's voice was so soft that only the few people standing beside her could hear it.

Ginkgo felt relieved a little, but still followed Rongzhu closely.

In the lobby, the shopkeeper had already received the news.

"Madam, this soup was cooked together with the same ingredients. It cannot be poisonous."

The shopkeeper came out quickly to explain and gave assurances to the diners around him with a fist bump.

"Everyone, rest assured. Our restaurant has been open for nearly ten years and has never had any problems. Our staff are here and will not run away. And I can also guarantee that the food cooked in our restaurant's kitchen is absolutely fine!"

His confident look seemed somewhat credible.

"Maybe this guest is allergic to something in the soup. I've asked someone to call a doctor. Please be patient."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked a few waiters to move the table involved in the incident to the side.

This location is very appropriate, as it can be supervised by everyone while not being easily touched by others.

He explained: "I will ask the doctor to check whether this table of food is really poisonous."

"If any guest feels unwell, please have him checked by the doctor. We at Zhenxiu Pavilion will pay for the consultation."

The shopkeeper's words temporarily calmed the diners in the lobby.

Seeing this, the woman with drooping eyes felt unhappy and shouted in a shrill voice:

"Then what about our Da Zhuang! He was poisoned in your restaurant! Look everyone, his face is black!"

The woman put the man in her arms and rolled on the ground.

"I don't care! Your store is killing people! You must give us an explanation! My Da Zhuang can't just die like this! You are taking human life lightly!"

This is blackmailing their Zhenxiu Pavilion!

The shopkeeper's face was rarely seen with such unreasonable behavior. His face darkened and he reached out to stroke his goat-horn beard.

Outside the restaurant, many people were attracted by her voice and stood at the door to watch the fun.

"Is this poisonous?"

"It seems like it's probably right?"

"Why do I think he's still breathing?"

"No way, that woman is dead..."

There were sporadic discussions among the crowd, and everyone was craning their necks to look inside.

A waiter walked to the door and said, "Everyone! Our boss allows you to watch the fun, but please see the truth before discussing it. The chest of the guest lying on the ground is still rising and falling, and he is not dead. It's just that his wife doesn't allow us to get close."

"The doctor is on his way. Please be a witness. Zhenxiu Pavilion will never do something that damages its reputation by poisoning people!"

Passersby thought he had some truth in his words.

An uncle with a rough voice shouted, "I think that although the food at Zhenxiu Pavilion is not that good, it has been open for ten years and it would not do such a thing to ruin its reputation!"

"That's true." Everyone agreed.

The shopkeeper's mouth twitched twice. Why couldn't such words make people happy?

Xiyu observed silently and had a higher opinion of the shopkeeper.