Qiao Simu used force on her hand and successfully gave Fu Zhuoheng a broken finger: "Save three million to treat your fingers for yourself!"
After saying that, Qiao Simu left without turning his head, and Zhang's mother called:
"Mumu, I remember something. When I was learning to make cakes with a dowry that day, I saw the cook taking out a paper bag from his clothes while preparing tea for Mr. Fu.
I heard that the old man likes to drink the tea she prepared very much, so I thought it was an exclusive secret recipe, but now I think it doesn’t seem right.”
After hearing what Zhang Ma said, Qiao Simu immediately stopped and went straight to the kitchen.
"Tell me what are the characteristics of that cook?"
Fu Zhuoheng looked at Qiao Simu, who was obviously leaving but not leaving, and thought about the faint sound from the other side of the phone just now.
Why does that sound sound so much like Zhang Ma who follows Qiao Simu, the fool?
Shouldn't it?
Can a servant know the person in charge of Shengxi Laboratory?
Coincidentally, when Qiao Simu came to the kitchen, the cook that Zhang Ma mentioned was in the kitchen.
When the cook saw Qiao Simu come in, he immediately greeted her with a smile, "Why did Professor Bai think about coming here now? Are you hungry?"
Qiao Simu did not answer her question, but asked: "I heard that you are very good at making tea. I am just thirsty and want to taste the tea you make."
"Okay, Professor Bai is waiting." The cook responded with a smile, and then quickly prepared.
Qiao Simu looked at the phone, but Yu Guang kept watching the cook's every move.
The cook's actions were nothing special, so she quickly made a cup of tea for her.
"What a fragrant tea." Qiao Simu sniffed it and enjoyed her favorite look.
The cook smiled and said, "It's good that Professor Bai likes it."
Qiao Simu put it beside her mouth, pretended to take a sip, and asked curiously: "I don't know what you put in this tea? I'm drinking very different from ordinary tea."
"It's just ordinary tea."
Qiao Simu smiled meaningfully and said, "If it were just ordinary tea, how could the old man like it so much?"
"You don't want to dislike me," the cook said embarrassedly.
"You are so modest. Mr. Fu hasn't drunk any good tea? But he just likes what you make. I think your tea brewing skills must be outstanding."
Qiao Simu put down the teacup, looked at the cook, and asked with a smile: "I have always been very curious, what exactly did you use for the tea you made for the old man?"
After a pause, Qiao Simu's tone became a little colder, "Especially the tea that the old man fainted."
When the cook heard Qiao Simu's question, he paused his hand and looked at Qiao Simu in surprise: "Professor Bai, what do you mean? Do you think the old man fainted because he drank my tea?"
Qiao Simu's lips curled up faintly and said casually: "I haven't said that, but the old man fainted suddenly, and I haven't found the source of the fainting yet. If I can find it, I can help the old man heal faster.
”
Qiao Simu glanced at the cook meaningfully, "I'm just a bold guess and just verify it carefully."
The cook stubbornly said, "Anyway, I haven't given medicine to the old man! I've been in the Fu family for more than ten years and have long regarded this place as my home. How could I give medicine to the old man?!
Professor Bai, even if you want to find out the root cause of the old man's fainting, you cannot arbitrarily accuse others. At least, you have to provide evidence!"
"Then please make another cup of tea that the old man drank before fainting." Qiao Simu said calmly.
"Okay!" The cook looked unwilling to be wronged.
Soon, the cook prepared a cup of tea that Mr. Fu was used to drinking.
Qiao Simu glanced at the tea in front of her and shook her head, "This was not what the old man drank at that time. Don't you still have your own unique secret recipe?"
The cook was shocked.
How did she know?
The cook took out a small bag from his arms and said, "Is Professor Bai talking about this?"
Beige wrapping paper, the powder inside is made of light yellow powder filled with a small light blue box.
It was indeed this cook who took it out.
"Yes." Qiao Simu nodded and took it from the cook.
Before she could ask, Tong Yan heard the movement in the kitchen and walked in, and happened to hear Qiao Simu's questioning to the cook just now.
Tong Yan asked Qiao Simu: "What is the tea Mr. Fu like, what tastes it, and how it was made, Professor Bai actually knows?"
Professor Bai seems to be familiar in all aspects, but he can't find any trace.
All the information of this surname Bai was encrypted, but even a little useful information could not be found.
Qiao Simu ignored her and asked the cook, "What is this?"
The cook replied: "This is pear powder, powder made of pears. During that time, I saw that the old man had a little cough during the day. Now the weather is so dry, so I thought about mixing some pear powder into his tea.
”
Qiao Simu carefully checked the powder in the box in his hand, poured the powder into the tea, and checked the situation of the tea after pouring it in.
However, no matter how she checked, there was no problem.
Tong Yan looked at Qiao Simu like this with a smug smile, "Professor Bai, it is right to be cautious, but you can't slander others by relying on your identity."
Qiao Simu's eyebrows slightly frowned.
She had learned about Mr. Fu's medical records and checked the residues of the medicines he had taken, but she could not find the root cause.
Although we have found a cure, if the root cause can be found, we can prescribe the right medicine. Moreover, we may also find out why Mr. Fu is so rude.
After Zhang's mother reminded her that she originally thought there would be problems with this tea, but now this is fine. She could not think of any other place that might have problems.
Fu Zhuochen hurried to home. When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw Qiao Simu biting his lips slightly, his eyebrows tightly frowning, and his mood was not very good. When he saw the faint black green in her eyes, Fu Zhuochen couldn't help but feel it.
A little distressed.
Qiao Simu thought for a long time, but didn't think of it. She glanced at Tong Yan and Fu Zhuochen in the kitchen. The two of them were not far away.
This same frame made her feel even more irritable. She brought the teacup and the small box of medicine powder and went to the back garden to think about it carefully.
In such a huge Fu family, Qiao Simu felt that only the place where wealth can make her feel a little more at ease.
Qiao Simu had no idea for a long time. When she was irritated, Situ Qing called her.
"Sister, are you still having a headache with Mr. Fu's condition?" Situ Qing asked knowingly.
"Well, you have a way?"
Situ Qing twitched his lips, "I'm not in vain Nianfei. What can I do? But there is another news, maybe you will be interested."