"Mr. Qian, how can you have only your grandson?" Zhang Dadan just glanced at him and noticed other suspicions.
Qian Dongcheng cannot be Qian Xinxin’s grandson. The Qian Lu he just t did not eat at the restaurant.
Qian Dongcheng, knowing these flaws, his eyes shifted slightly. He said, "My son does not live with . Xin Xin and I are the only ones in this family!"
Before Zhang Dadan could respond, Liu Zhi foolishly asked, "Wasn’t your granddaughter that little girl just now? Why didn’t she have breakfast?"
"She... she doesn’t like Chinese food. Don’t worry about her. Let’s eat." Qian Dongcheng followed suit.
Liu Shuwen, without questioning him, picked up the spoon and put it into the bowl, ready to scoop out the porridge.
Zhang Dan had just picked up a small bowl of porridge and slled an almost imperceptible bitterness.
This bitterness was definitely not what porridge should have, clearly a mixture of various herbs, including toxic ones.
"Liu Ce, don’t eat first! If the master hasn’t moved his chopsticks, you shouldn’t eat first. It’s impolite." Zhang Dadan stopped Liu Shu.
The grandparents of Qian Dongcheng, full of expectation, saw that Zhang Dadan not only did not drink the porridge but also stopped Liu Ce, their hearts sank instantly to the bottom.
Chai Dongcheng laughed and urged, "It’s no harm. It’s no harm! Mr. Liu is hungry. He should eat first, don’t be so particular about manners!"
Zhang Dadan inherited the dical skills of Emperor Longevity. He was quite clear about traditional Chinese dicine. He sniffed the porridge rice and imdiately recognized the efficacy of the poisonous herbs.
Although this poison was not deadly, it would gradually lead to a loss of spirit, anger changes, and even madness.
"Mr. Qian, you are very polite. As your host, you should eat first. Co on... You’re welco. I’ll give you this bowl of porridge."
As he spoke, Zhang Dadan forcefully brought the bowl of porridge to Qian Dongcheng’s mouth, as if compelling him to eat it.
Seeing this, Qian Dongcheng couldn’t help but tense up. He quickly leaned back and pushed away. "Mr. Zhang, you... you eat it! I... I..."
Zhang Dadan never hurt others or allowed anyone to harm him. Qian Dongcheng had crossed his bottom line by giving him poisoned food. Naturally, he would respond politely.
"No! I have such sincere advice for you. If you refuse , how can I save face?"
Zhang Dadan laughed, then opened Qian Dongcheng’s mouth and poured the porridge down with his hand.
Although Qian Dongcheng struggled to stop him, his strength wasn’t one hundredth of Dadan’s, making it useless.
Despite his ignorance, Liu Zhi saw Zhang Dadan pouring the porridge into Qian Dongcheng’s mouth and quickly realized sothing was wrong, discarding his own porridge.
Qian Xinxin stood beside them, seeing her grandfather poisoned and not only failing to harm Zhang Dadan but suffering himself. She imdiately shivered with fear and wanted to stop it but was paralyzed by terror.
Zhang Dadan emptied the entire bowl of rice porridge into Qian Dongcheng’s stomach, then placed the bowl back on the table.
As soon as Qian Dongcheng was free, he quickly inserted his fingers into his mouth, trying to vomit the porridge he had just swallowed.
But if Zhang Dadan intended to reciprocate, would it be easy for him to vomit the food from his stomach?
Zhang Dadan extended his right hand, effortlessly grabbed Qian Dongcheng like a slippery chicken, and joked:
"What are you doing, Mr. Qian? I fed you so well. Why aren’t you grateful? Where did I go wrong?"
Although Qian Dongcheng tried to make himself vomit, being held firmly by Dadan, he couldn’t move, let alone expel the food.
In haste and desperation, Qian Dongcheng hurriedly shouted, "Zhang Dadan, you... you... let go of quickly..."
Qian Xinxin saw her grandfather so miserable, which gave her a bit of courage. She stepped forward and threatened. "Zhang Dadan, let go of my grandfather imdiately, or else... I’ll call security!"
Qian Dongcheng had added a special prir to the poison, allowing it to be absorbed quickly.
Zhang Dadan predicted that the drug’s effects had already infiltrated Qian Dongcheng’s blood vessels, then let go of him and threw him to the ground.
"Mr. Qian, are you so nervous because you’ve added sothing to your food? Should I take you to the hospital?"
"Nausea... nausea..." Sitting on the ground, Qian Dongcheng couldn’t care about explaining. He scratched his throat and finally vomited.
Liu Shu saw this and couldn’t help but cover his mouth, glancing at Qian Dongcheng with contempt, saying, "This really is self-inflicted suffering!"
Thinking he had finished vomiting, Qian Dongcheng quickly stood up, grabbed the teapot on the table, and took a few sips of water.
"Zhang Dadan, you... you’re so unreasonable!" Qian Dongcheng rinsed his mouth, glaring at Zhang Dadan, bewildered.
At that mont, apart from resentnt, his heart was full of hatred. Why could Zhang Dadan see his poison?
Why couldn’t he himself? Could he see through all other misdeeds as well?
Why? Why? Why was God so partial to him? Why didn’t God help ?
Zhang Dadan saw his face twisted and began to joke and frown.
"Qian Dongcheng, you’re an old man, using such a disgraceful thod of poisoning!"
When Qian Dongcheng heard this, he didn’t notice Dadan. Instead, he dashed to the side of Liu Ce like an arrow, grabbed the bowl in front of him, and threw it out the window into the pond.
After completing this series of actions, Qian Dongcheng returned to his original position, staring boldly at Zhang with feigned confusion. "Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."
Before Dadan could respond, Liu Shu interrupted, scolding, "You really are... disgraceful! Age won’t kill a thief!"
"Oh! Mr. Liu still knows Chinese culture, huh? Do you want to argue with an old man?" Jin Dongcheng joked.
When Zhang Dadan saw him destroy the evidence, he was unafraid, but contemptuously stared at Qian Dongcheng with a sneer.
His playful gaze made Qian Dongcheng a bit worried. Why was he looking at this way? Was there still sothing to rely on?
"What... what are you looking at? Is there a flower growing on an old man’s face?" Jin Dongcheng endured the inner fear and joked lightly.
Zhang Dadan raised his eyebrow and said, "What do you want to see? I’m looking at a future madman, a future neurosis!"
Hearing this, Qian Dongcheng involuntarily shivered, instinctively retreated a few steps, staring at Zhang Dadan with shock and turmoil in his heart.
How did he know the efficacy of his poison? Could he have an impossible connection with the mute? It shouldn’t be! But... but why does he know what kind of poison I used?
Seeing the shock and fear on his face, Zhang Dadan said, "Although I don’t know where you obtained this poison or who understands its effects, I know its efficacy!"
I think Mr. Qian should rember my identity. I’m a traditional Chinese doctor, an old one. I specialize in various hard-to-cure diseases!"
Chinese dicine? Quite good! He indeed is a practitioner with the spirit and ghost of Chinese dicine. With just one glance, he knows the poison in the food, and also its efficacy, this is too remarkable, too remarkable?
Although Qian Dongcheng had doubts, Zhang Dadan continued, "Mr. Qian, I fear you don’t know much about this poison!"
"Let explain scientifically. This specific poison, with the addition of a peculiar drug, can accelerate its effects! Within tens of seconds of ingesting the poison, the effects penetrate your bloodstream. So, you... are now poisoned!"
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