Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

Two hours later, four large bowls of soup were placed on the table, and the strong smell of medicinal food filled the entire restaurant.

Xie Xianqing came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, exhaled and said, "Finally it's done, four full bowls."

Jiang Qie looked at the soup in front of him and moved his nose, but did not smell that odor. He then smelled the other three bowls, but there was no such odor either.

Jiang Qie looked at Song Zhiyu and shook his head, "It has no taste."

"What's that smell? What are you asking?" Seeing the two people looking at each other, Xie Xianqing also lowered his head and smelled the soup on the table. It smelled normal.

"It doesn't have any smell." Seeing the two of them remain silent, Xie Xianqing was very curious about what was going on.

Song Zhiyu and Jiang Qie both felt that there must be something wrong with this bowl of soup, but why did the soup they made themselves taste different?

"The taste is different. The bowl of soup grandpa drank has a different taste from the four bowls here. It's very familiar. I always feel like I've smelled it somewhere before. Brother Zhiyu and I suspect that grandpa's recent discomfort is due to this bowl of soup."

Xie Xianqing also stopped being so casual after hearing this. He looked at the bowls of medicine in front of him and suddenly thought of something. He hurried to the kitchen. When he came out, he was holding a bag of medicine residue in his hand. "This is the residue of the soup. Since the soup can't be made, let's study the raw materials.

"Peony, Astragalus, Codonopsis, these are all fine."

"Aconitum." Song Zhiyu picked up a piece of the residue, put it in his hand, looked at the two of them and said.

"What's wrong with Aconitum? I know there is Aconitum. I just added some white honey. Didn't you say that your grandfather has bad joints? Aconitum does have that effect." Xie Xianqing was puzzled. Aconitum itself is toxic, but other herbs can neutralize the medicinal properties of Aconitum. And he also noticed that he added two taels of white honey just now. It doesn't make sense that there is something wrong with the Aconitum.

"Pinellia!" Jiang Qi suddenly remembered a bunch of Pinellia he noticed when he was strolling in the Gu family garden this afternoon. He looked at Song Zhiyu and said, "It's Pinellia. Grandpa has Pinellia in his garden." At this time, Song Zhiyu's eyes also changed. Although he majored in surgery, he had been exposed to some Chinese medicine theory before. Pinellia and Aconitum, the former can treat insomnia, and the latter is suitable for joint heat dissipation and pain relief. But these two medicines are opposite and conflicting herbs.

Xie Xianqing also reacted immediately, subconsciously threw away the Aconitum in his hand, and said in disbelief: "Damn it, if we secretly add a little Pinellia when stewing, it will be fine once or twice, but if we continue like this, our internal organs will be damaged, not to mention that Mr. Gu is old."

"Grandpa has been drinking this soup for half a year." At this time, Song Zhiyu had a gloomy face and a tense expression, and his voice was so low that it made people shudder.

Xie Xianqing had rarely seen Song Zhiyu like this, and he felt that the air pressure around him had dropped a lot. "Old, Old Song, don't be angry first."

"Brother." This was the second time Jiang Qie saw Song Zhiyu angry, and it was within one day. She knew that Song Zhiyu valued his family very much, so after Mr. Gu passed away in the previous life, the Song family investigated the matter with thunderous means and dealt with everyone quietly.

Song Zhiyu lowered his head, and raised it again. His expression had returned to his usual calmness, and the anger that was about to burst out just now disappeared quietly.

"It seems that there is really a traitor in the Gu family's old house. These people have simple interpersonal relationships, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out. I will go to grandpa's house again tomorrow. There shouldn't be much left at home. I will ask Uncle Liang to collect these and the medicine residue. By the way, I will go to the garden to see the pinellia that Ah Qie mentioned. Ah Qing, I need you to do me a favor."

Xie Xianqing threw the Wutou in his hand onto the table and said unceremoniously, "You are talking to me, tell me what you need me to do."

"Bring the residue back and have me test it again. The sooner the better."

"piece of cake."

"Then Gu Yue, what are you going to do?" Jiang Qie suddenly asked.

"If the evidence is conclusive, call the police. I'll go call Uncle Ji." After saying that, he took his cell phone and went to the study.

After Xie Xianqing wrapped up the medicinal residue, he put it aside. From the kitchen, he could see Song Zhiyu standing in the study, talking on the phone with a serious expression on his face.

"I haven't seen Old Song so angry for a long time. Some people just think their lives are too short." Xie Xianqing said with a sigh.

Jiang Qie looked at the back figure in the study room, and suddenly felt distressed. In the previous life, because it was discovered late, the matter was revealed after Mr. Gu passed away. How sad Song Zhiyu must have been at that time. What about her previous life? Jiang Qie suddenly had this question in his mind. Was Song Zhiyu sad when she died in the previous life?

The call went on quickly. "I'll go back to North City on Monday, what about you?" The question was naturally directed at Xie Xianqing.

Xie Xianqing tilted his head, thought for a while and said, "Forget it. I'll help you keep an eye on the hospital to prevent those people from causing trouble again. Last time we were away for a few days, something went wrong. If we make the same mistake again this time, I don't think we can recover from this case study."

Song Zhiyu frowned slightly, then nodded. Someone really needed to keep an eye on the hospital. "Then you stay here and keep an eye on it. I'll be back after I finish my business."

"Ah Qie."

"Hmm?" Jiang Qie looked up with questioning eyes.

"Take good care of yourself and eat on time during the days I'm away." Song Zhiyu's clear voice was filled with a hint of reluctance and concern.

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

"Okay, okay, now things are looking promising. You two can get ready for dinner." Xie Xianqing sat down on a chair next to him and said with a half-smile as he looked at the two of them.

Jiang Qie looked out the window and saw that the sun had already started to set. The evening light shone into the room from the balcony, making it look yellow. Everyone then remembered that it was almost six o'clock.

Jiang Qie had originally only planned to go to Gu's house at noon and then go home to eat something in the evening, but because of what happened in the afternoon and he had been cooking the soup for two hours, he was already a little hungry.

"I should go back." He picked up the bag on the chair and was about to put it on his back.

How could Xie Xianqing miss such a good opportunity? He quickly stopped her: "Don't do that, Sister Jiang Qie. It's almost six o'clock now. It's a long way from here to your home. You must be starving."

"Huh? It's okay. I'll be home in time."

"Stay and have dinner. Ah Qing is right. We will be hungry if we go back now." Song Zhiyu was no longer as serious as before. He spoke softly with a smile on his face.

Xie Xianqing nodded repeatedly and agreed, "Yes, yes! Old Song is cooking! Sister Jiang Qie can't miss it!"

The two of them just looked at each other, and Jiang Qie was stunned by what she saw, and nodded hesitantly. In fact, she was looking forward to the food that Song Zhiyu cooked himself. She knew that Song Zhiyu's cooking was delicious. She had eaten it several times in the hospital bed in her previous life. Thinking about it now, she still missed the taste a little.