Everyone in the flower hall praised the food highly, and the kitchen was busy as well.
However, at this time, the preliminary processing work had basically been completed, and Wu Ying, Tian Xiaohui and Ye Sansao were basically free. The busiest ones were Ye Dasao and Feng Yueying, and Lin Yumei helped from time to time.
The third dish is a cold dish platter, which includes not only peach kernels mixed with scallion oil and fresh chrysanthemums and shredded pears mixed with chrysanthemums, but also braised beef with soy sauce and cold shredded chicken.
Mrs. Ye and Feng Yueying arranged the cold dishes together and asked someone to come in and serve them.
Sister-in-law Ye suddenly remembered something and said, "Sister-in-law, the drinks haven't been served yet!"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ye slapped her forehead and said, "Isn't it? Look at my memory."
As he spoke, he quickly walked to a few wooden barrels in the corner of the kitchen.
Inside was the chrysanthemum honey drink that had been prepared in the morning.
This drink can be enjoyed hot or cold. If you like cold drinks, you can add some ice cubes to it. If you like hot drinks, you can ask the servants to heat it up for you.
Who knew that when Mrs. Ye opened the lid of the barrel, she smelled something wrong.
He looked carefully at the chrysanthemum honey drink in the bucket and found nothing unusual.
But it smells a bit strange.
"Has anyone touched the chrysanthemum honey drink here today?" asked Mrs. Ye.
Tian Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm on the surface, confident that no one would notice anything wrong.
Sure enough, after Ye Sansao, Lin Yumei, Wu Ying and others came over, they looked left and right and didn't think there was anything wrong.
"Sister-in-law, it looks no different from this morning, except that the color is a little darker.
"But the petals have been soaking here all morning, so it's normal for them to be a little darker, right?"
"It's not the color." Mrs. Ye hesitated. "I just think it smells weird."
After hearing this, several people came forward and sniffed hard, but still didn't feel there was anything wrong.
Mrs. Ye and Wu Ying both said everything was normal. Only Lin Yumei was more alert and said, "Mrs. Ye, this is something you made. You know more about it than we do. If you think there's something wrong, then we won't go in."
Tian Xiaohui was a little anxious when she heard this. She pretended to be unintentional and leaned forward and said, "Yumei, it's not that serious, is it? Didn't everyone say that there seems to be no problem?"
"Those who came today are all prominent figures in the capital. If anything were to happen, none of us would be able to bear the responsibility.
"So if you ask me, we should rather kill the innocent than let them go."
Just at this time, Mr. Jiang came with his men.
"Madam You, the third dish has already been served, why hasn't the chrysanthemum honey drink been served yet?"
Before Mrs. Ye could say anything, Lin Yumei was the first to tell her that the chrysanthemum honey drink tasted wrong.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Jiang frowned, walked forward to smell it, and then picked up the wine grape next to him and scooped some up to taste it.
Although he had drunk chrysanthemum honey drink several times when tasting food before, he suddenly felt a little unsure at this moment.
Perhaps it was due to the influence of Lin Yumei's words just now, or perhaps there was indeed something wrong with the chrysanthemum honey drink, but Mr. Jiang felt that the taste seemed to have some subtle differences when he drank it.
Mrs. Ye finally made up her mind and said to Mr. Jiang, "Master, how about this? Let's serve chrysanthemum rice wine at noon. After lunch, I will make a chrysanthemum honey drink to serve with the hot pot in the evening."
Jiang Yuanwai nodded when he heard this: "Alright, better safe than sorry. At noon..."
Before he could finish his words, his stomach made a loud rumbling sound.
Lin Yumei couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Master, you've been too busy today and haven't had time to eat yet, right? Why don't you just have a few bites in the kitchen to fill your stomach and not starve yourself?"
Mr. Jiang's face was filled with pain. He bent over, covered his stomach, and ran out quickly.
After a while, he came out of the toilet with a very grim expression. He instructed the people around him, "Isn't there a doctor arranged in the garden? Invite him over immediately and tell him I have something to ask.
"Also, get a few people to guard the front and back doors of the kitchen."
When Mr. Jiang returned to the kitchen, Mrs. Ye was already busy preparing the fourth dish.
Looking at the few people standing around with nothing to do, Mr. Jiang said with a stern face: "If you guys have nothing to do, go to the side rooms to rest, don't stand here and get in the way."
Seeing that Mr. Jiang looked unhappy, Lin Yumei bravely asked, "Master, could there really be something wrong with this chrysanthemum honey drink?"
Mrs. Ye was cooking. When she heard this, she turned around in surprise and said, "No way! The weather is so cold now, and it's only been out for half a day, there shouldn't be any problems!"
Mr. Jiang waved his hand and said, "You cook your food. This has nothing to do with you."
Tian Xiaohui didn't expect that Mr. Jiang would discover the problem so quickly, and her calves were cramping from nervousness.
"It's okay if you don't want to leave. Just wait here." After saying this, Mr. Jiang turned around and walked out again, going straight to the toilet as soon as he walked out the door.
By the time the doctor was finally called over, Mr. Jiang had already gone to the toilet three times, and his complexion was visibly getting worse.
At this point, not to mention the other kitchen helpers, even Mrs. Ye and Feng Yueying, who had been busy all the time, had already realized that something was wrong.
But even if they were worried, they could only think about it in their hearts, and they had to keep busy with their work.
When Mr. Jiang saw the doctor coming, he said, "Doctor, could you please take a look at this wooden barrel to see if someone has put any drugs in it?
"I just drank a few sips and I couldn't stop running to the toilet. I've already been there three times..."
Before Mr. Jiang could finish his words, he covered his stomach in pain again and ran out.
Drugging?
Mr. Jiang's words really scared the people in the room.
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