I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

After entering the house, Song Anning was invited to the meeting room on the second floor. Shopkeeper Zhao was still apologizing non-stop:

"Aning, I'm sorry you've been wronged. That fellow won't stay at Zuixianju anymore."

Song Anning shook his head and said with a smile:

"Uncle Zhao, I suspect he's from Wanhetang. Please investigate further."

Shopkeeper Zhao's expression changed. Wanhetang? He had checked this person before he came. He had a clean background and was smart, so he hired him.

If what Song An Ning said was true, then this guy probably knew everything and acted like this on purpose. If Song An Ning got angry and the two families became estranged, Wanhetang would take advantage of the situation.

"How did Aning figure that out?"

Of course Song An Ning couldn't say it. After Xiangxiang's scan, it was found that this person also had a poisonous insect in his body, the same as the one in the old woman who had poisoned Song Juan'er. The guards guarding the warehouse also had poisonous insects in their bodies.

It seems that these people may not be truly working for Wanhetang, but are forced to do these things because their lives are being controlled by others.

"His behavior just now was a bit too deliberate. I already explained in the backyard that I have business dealings with Zuixianju and came here to deliver goods.

After he heard it, he didn't ask anyone, and his words were even more unpleasant, so I had this idea."

What she said was well-reasoned, which made Manager Zhao look at her with a higher opinion. A thirteen-year-old girl suffered injustice, but she did not show any emotion. Instead, she calmly analyzed the problem. This kind of mentality is somewhat similar to that of his master.

"Leave this matter to me, I will definitely get to the bottom of it."

Shopkeeper Zhao responded. He already had a plan in mind. He knew that Wanhetang was ready to make a move, so he was extremely careful. He didn't expect that they would still infiltrate.

Taking advantage of this incident, Song An Ning just told her what happened before. If Zuixianju wanted to make money from her, they would definitely intervene.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Shopkeeper Zhao slapped his forehead in regret, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"I was careless..."

What's wrong with him lately? He forgets a lot of things the moment he turns his head. His master has clearly reminded him, but it's like his mind is not working, his body has no strength, and he's in a daze.

There is a traitor in Zuixianju, and Song Anning's home has also been targeted by them. He tried hard to think about what he had done in the past two days, but it seemed that he could not remember clearly.

"Uncle Zhao is old and his brain is not good enough, I..."

This was the first time that Shopkeeper Zhao felt so powerless. He had been helping his master with business since he was a teenager, and now he had become the young master's right-hand man. Now, was he old?

"Uncle Zhao, have you taken any medicine recently? Or any food brought in by outsiders?"

Xiangxiang said that there was cinnabar in Manager Zhao's body, and he became like this after being poisoned.

This is a slow poison that cannot be diagnosed by ordinary doctors. Cinnabar accumulates in the body little by little, and the person gradually becomes useless.

When Shopkeeper Zhao heard her ask this, he thought about it seriously. He had eaten three meals a day at Zuixianju and had never touched food outside. Why did Song An Ning ask this?

He has indeed been taking pills recently, but they were prescribed by his own people and he has been taking them for many years without any problems.

Seeing that he was a little confused, Song An Ning could only say a few words: "I just see that you don't look very good. Maybe you ate something bad. You should find a good doctor to check it out, just in case."

Only then did he realize that, yes, Zuixianju was filled with people, so it would be easy to poison him.

No, no, he wants to complain to his master, someone is trying to murder him!

All the necessary reminders had been given, and Song An Ning didn't say anything more. She was very clear about her identity. As a village girl, if she knew too much, she would only expose herself.

While she was talking, the chef downstairs had already counted the things she had sent. He still had some questions in his mind, so he brought up a box of braised meat ingredients.

"Miss Aning, what is this? It smells like seasoning, but it also seems different.

There are also different markings on the bamboo tubes that hold the chili oil. I just tasted it and the spiciness should be different.”

She was so preoccupied with the matter of the traitor that she forgot to explain.

"Uncle Luo, this is the braised meat seasoning I made myself. You can put pig offal or anything else in it and braise it. It tastes better than stewing it."

Uncle Luo is the head chef of Zuixianju and has worked here for decades. When he heard that this thing can be used to braise pork offal, he shook his head.

He has been a chef for all these years, but he has never met anyone who can make pig offal delicious. No matter how you wash it, it has a foul smell that cannot be suppressed by any seasoning.

"Aning, Uncle Luo doesn't disbelieve you, but I've been a chef for decades and have tried thousands of methods, but I haven't been able to cook the pig intestines properly. Pig hearts and lungs are fine, you can just soak out the blood and stir-fry them."

In this era, pig offal was the cheapest thing. A pair of pig intestines only cost a few cents. Ordinary people wanted to eat meat but couldn't afford it, so they would buy a pair of pig intestines and cook them at home. The original owner had eaten it before, and the taste was no different from boiled feces.

"Uncle Luo, I'll go down and make it for you right now. You can try it. If it's okay, we can talk about it later."

Shopkeeper Zhao sat on a stool, his mind wandering, and he didn't hear the conversation between the two.

"Master, your Uncle Zhao is down right now, his mind is all foggy, so let's not discuss business today."

Song An Ning glanced at him and raised her voice, "Uncle Zhao, didn't you just say you were going to look for Su Chen? Why are you falling asleep again?"

The drowsy shopkeeper Zhao was startled and finally woke up a little. Oh my god, what is he doing?

Why did he feel a little dead? As smart as he was, he already knew the seriousness of the problem. What kind of good person would do this? This was a plot!

"Aning, don't go back. I'll send a pigeon to have the master come over."

Fortunately, Aning came today. If I had delayed it for two more days, I would not even know how I died.

Thinking of this, he forced himself to write a note, went to the backyard, tied the note to the pigeon's leg, released the pigeon, and then collapsed on the stone bench in the backyard, rubbing his head in frustration.

In the kitchen, Song Anning had already put on an apron and was standing in front of the stove.

At this time, the peak dining time had passed, and several chefs and waiters stood by, looking at her with interest.

In her previous life, before returning to the village, she and her friends made braised food and sold it, and the response was good. After three years of the virus, everyone went their separate ways, and the business was put on hold.

Chef Luo specially asked a waiter to buy two pairs of pig intestines and give them to Song An Ning.

In fact, Chef Luo was a little unconvinced. He had been a chef for decades and had tried so many times without success. How could he let a little girl find a good solution?

If Song An Ning could make it, would all these cooks be just sitting around doing nothing? They might as well just go home and take care of their grandson.

Song An Ning knew what they were thinking. It was not a pleasant feeling to have one's authority challenged, but if they didn't develop new products and just rotated the same recipes, the customers would eventually get tired of them.

After getting the pig intestines, he washed them three times in clean water. The smell was very touching. If they were not there, Song An Ning really wanted to go to the mall to buy a pair of gloves.

Everyone looked on eagerly, and one of the chefs said impatiently:

"Miss Aning, even if you wash it dozens of times, it's useless!"