Qiao Simu used some force on her hand and successfully gave Fu Zhuoheng a severed finger: "Keep the three million for you to treat your finger!"
After saying that, Qiao Simu left without turning around, just when Zhang Ma called:
"Mumu, I remembered something. When I was learning to make cakes for my wedding gift that day, I saw the cook taking out a paper bag from her clothes while preparing tea for Mr. Fu.
I heard that the old man likes to drink the tea she prepared, so I thought it was some kind of exclusive secret recipe, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem right.”
After hearing what Zhang Ma said, Qiao Simu immediately stopped and went directly to the kitchen.
"Tell me what are the characteristics of that cook?"
Fu Zhuoheng looked at Qiao Simu who was clearly about to leave but didn't, and thought about the faint voice that came from the phone just now.
Why does that voice sound so much like Zhang’s mother who followed that idiot Qiao Simu?
Shouldn't it?
Can a servant know the person in charge of Shengxi Laboratory?
Coincidentally, when Qiao Simu came to the kitchen, the cook Zhang Ma mentioned was there.
When the cook saw Qiao Simu coming in, she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Why do you think Professor Bai is coming now? Are you hungry?"
Qiao Simu did not answer her question, but asked: "I heard that you are very good at making tea. I happen to be thirsty and want to taste the tea you made."
"Okay, please wait a moment, Professor Bai." The cook agreed with a smile, and then quickly started preparing.
Qiao Simu looked at her phone, but she kept watching the cook's every move from the corner of her eye.
The cook's behavior was nothing special, and she quickly made her a cup of tea.
"What a fragrant tea." Qiao Simu took a sip, enjoying it very much.
The cook smiled and said, "As long as Professor Bai likes it."
Qiao Simu put it to her lips, pretended to take a sip, and asked curiously: "I wonder what you put in this tea? It tastes very different to ordinary tea when I drink it."
"It's just ordinary tea."
Qiao Simu smiled meaningfully and said: "If it was just ordinary tea, how could the old man like it so much?"
"The old man doesn't mind it," the cook said sheepishly.
"You are being modest. Mr. Fu has never tasted any good tea? But he only likes your tea. I think your tea-making skills must be extraordinary."
Qiao Simu put down the tea cup, looked at the cook, and asked with a half-smile: "I've always been curious, what did you use for the tea you made for the old man?"
After a pause, Qiao Simu's tone was a bit colder, "Especially the tea the old man drank the day he fainted."
When the cook heard Qiao Simu's question, she moved her hands and looked at Qiao Simu in surprise: "Professor Bai, what do you mean by this? Do you think the old man fainted because he drank my tea?"
The corners of Qiao Simu's lips raised slightly, and she said casually: "I didn't say that, but the old man's fainting was indeed sudden, and I haven't found the cause of the fainting yet. If I can find it, I can help the old man recover faster.
"
Qiao Simu glanced at the cook meaningfully, "This is just a bold guess, please be careful to verify it."
The cook frowned and said: "Anyway, I didn't drug the old man! I have been in the Fu family for more than ten years and have long regarded this place as my home. How could I drug the old man?!
Professor Bai, even if you want to find out the root cause of the old man's fainting, you can't just accuse people unjustly, at least you have to provide evidence!"
"Then please make another cup of tea that the old man drank before he fainted." 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 him and shook his 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 her arms and said, "Is this what Professor Bai is talking about?"
Beige packaging paper, the powder inside is light yellow powder contained in a small light blue box.
It was indeed the cook who brought this out.
"Yes." Qiao Simu nodded and took it from the cook's hand.
Before she could ask, Tong Yan heard the commotion in the kitchen and walked in. She happened to hear Qiao Simu's question to the cook just now.
Tong Yan asked Qiao Simu: "What kind of tea did Mr. Fu drink at that time, what did it taste like, and how was it made? Professor Bai actually knew all about it?"
Professor Bai seems to give people a familiar feeling in every aspect, but there are no traces.
All the information about this person named Bai was encrypted, and no useful information could be found.
Qiao Simu ignored her and asked the cook: "What is this?"
The cook replied: "This is pear powder, a powder ground from pears. During that time, I saw that the old man was coughing a little during the day, and now the weather is so dry, so I thought of adding some pear powder to his tea.
"
Qiao Simu carefully checked the powder in the box in his hand, poured the powder into the tea, and checked the condition of the tea after pouring it in.
However, no matter how she checked, there was nothing wrong.
Tong Yan looked at Qiao Simu like this with a somewhat proud smile, "Professor Bai, it's right to be cautious, but you can't rely on your own identity to frame others at will."
Qiao Simu frowned slightly.
She had read Mr. Fu's medical records and checked the dregs of the medicine he had taken, but she could not find the root cause.
Although a treatment method has been found now, if we can find the root cause, we can prescribe more targeted medicines, and we may also be able to find out why Mr. Fu is in such a good situation.
After Zhang's mother reminded her, she originally thought there would be a problem with the tea, but now it's no problem. She can't think of anything else that might cause problems.
Fu Zhuochen rushed home in a hurry, and when he came to the kitchen, he saw Qiao Simu biting her lip slightly, frowning tightly, and her whole body was not in a good mood. When she saw the faint dark green under her eyes, Fu Zhuochen couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.
A bit heartbroken.
Qiao Simu thought for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason. He glanced at Tong Yan and Fu Zhuochen in the kitchen. They were not far away from each other.
This situation made her feel even more irritated, so she took the teacup and the small box of powder and went to the back garden to think about it again.
With such a big Fu family, Qiao Simu immediately felt that only a place where wealth could make her feel at ease.
Qiao Simu had no idea for a long time, and when she was irritable, Situ Qing called her.
"Sister, are you still worried about Mr. Fu's condition?" Situ Qing asked knowingly.
"Well, do you have any idea?"
Situ Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm not Bai Nianfei, what can I do, but I have another piece of news that might interest you."