Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

After the purchasing agent was caught, he immediately spoke frankly and revealed everything he had done.

At that time, Lin Zhiruo walked lightly into the kitchen, and the purchasing agent followed closely behind her with a sharp gaze, which made Lin Zhiruo feel a little suspicious.

And the fact was just as she had guessed.

Those secrets that people don't want others to know can never be concealed by the subtle ups and downs of facial expressions. This is the common sense of the world.

The eldest son in the family is healthy, so the second son is easily forgotten in the corner. The reason seems simple, almost childish. From a certain perspective, Lin Zhiruo and her companions feel that he is insignificant, as small as dust.

However, a question lingers like a dark cloud: How could such a superficial reason drive a person to have the idea of ​​murder?

What puzzled Lin Zhiruo even more was how he knew that the seaweed contained a deadly poison?

He admitted that the matter was mentioned by a guest sitting next to him while they were drinking in the pub.

Is this a chance encounter by fate, or a predetermined arrangement?

Lin Zhiruo and her companions at that time had no idea what was going on.

In the end, Lin Zhiruo failed to taste the poisonous seaweed as she wished, and could only clean up the mess with full of complaints and helplessness.

Things that are forced are ultimately difficult to achieve, so she decided to let her thoughts drift to the distant other side.

(Ah—but what’s so special about this seaweed?)

Lin Zhiruo couldn't help but think of the strange plant growing on the disgusting insect's body. She seemed to be lost in thought, but then she shook her head suddenly, reminding herself that she was on duty at the moment.

However, her cheeks became increasingly relaxed as she was already immersed in that endless fantasy.

Are those leaf-colored mushrooms derived from the dried bodies of disgusting insects more suitable to be made into medicinal wine, or are they more effective to be refined into pills?

Just this thought made her happy, and she was so happy that she accidentally greeted the returning owner Quan Wushuang with a smile on her face.

Quan Wushuang was stunned when he saw this, and Lin Zhiruo lowered her head quietly when she saw this.

(He must be unhappy.)

Lin Zhiruo raised her eyes slowly in embarrassment, only to see Quan Wushuang suddenly bang his head against the pillar, the thump-thump-thump sound sounding like a woodpecker pecking happily on a branch.

The sudden noise caused Gao Zhongcheng and Henghua to rush out of the room to find out what was going on.

For some reason, Gao Zhongcheng's gaze fell directly on Lin Zhiruo.

(This was definitely not my doing.)

There’s something wrong with your master, Lin Zhiruo muttered to herself, feeling a little upset.

"Welcome back to the house, Mr. General."

Lin Zhiruo suppressed her emotions for the moment, acted respectful, and bowed.

Recently, Quan Wushuang always comes home late due to busy official duties, seemingly trying to deal with the difficult issues that have been piling up for a long time.

Instead of letting matters pile up, it is better to stay out of it like the last case, just focus on your duty and everything will be fine.

"Should we say it's a personality clash, or something? We always have different opinions."

Quan Wushuang sighed, as if referring to a business dispute with a difficult person.

He took the fruit wine from Henghua and sighed.

Everyone present was wary of Quan Wushuang, so it was not a big deal. However, if a girl saw him like this, this action alone would be enough to make her pale.

He is indeed a eunuch who will cause endless trouble to others.

If someone can feel dissatisfied with such a person, he can be regarded as a powerful character.

“I also have people I find difficult to deal with.”

The other party turned out to be a high-ranking official in the military government. Although he was resourceful, he was also a notoriously eccentric person.

It is said that this person loves to find fault with others. He will invite guests into the room, or enter other people's homes without permission, or play chess, or chat, deliberately delaying time and preventing proposals from being successfully stamped.

And this time, his target is Quan Wushuang.

So, he would sit in Quan Wushuang's study for an hour every day, forcing Quan Wushuang to work overtime to make up for the lost time.

For some reason, a look of rejection appeared on Lin Zhiruo's face.

"Who is this retired person?"

"He's only just over 40, and he can handle his own official duties properly, so that's what makes him even worse."

These words echoed in Lin Zhiruo's ears, seeming somewhat familiar, but she always felt that remembering them was not a good sign, so she decided to put them behind her.

However, even if I forget it, the ominous premonition that follows me like a shadow is still accurate, haunting my heart like a ghost, and it cannot be shaken off...