Tong Miaomiao smiled faintly, "That's good."
Seeing that the bowl was almost full, she hurriedly stopped him, "Enough, enough, leave me alone, eat by yourself, this is my second meal, you are all starving.
If I had known you were waiting for me, I would have come earlier.
There are so many delicious foods, what a mistake! "
Seeing that she was so down-to-earth, easy-going and easy to get along with, Mr. An's eyes softened a lot.
"I like it. Next time you have time, come visit my old house. The chef there cooks better than the one here."
Tong Miaomiao's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Really?"
"I'm a foodie."
"If it doesn't taste good, I'll comment on it in front of everyone!"
Mr. An said with assurance, "Of course, that's the chef I hired at great expense. You can't get that outside."
"Then you wait, I will definitely go to try it when I have time." The intention to taste the food was fake, as he mainly wanted to see if it was the chef who poisoned Mr. An.
Mr. An’s forehead is black and his lips are slightly darker than normal people’s. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t notice it at all.
He must have been poisoned by a chronic poison, which was probably caused by long-term tampering with his diet.
Who wants to harm him?
Could he be the same person who murdered Anjie's sister?
An Qingyang's two younger sisters were quite well behaved and would occasionally say a word or two.
Normally, when the An family gathers for a meal, they don’t talk while eating or sleeping.
I only dare to speak today because the old man has spoken.
A meal lasts for more than forty minutes.
Tong Miaomiao had already eaten at home and was not hungry, so she reluctantly ate half a bowl of vegetables.
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After the meal, Mrs. An asked the servants to bring some fruit and almost offered Tong Miaomiao as a sacrifice.
"Okay, tell them to stop working. They just had a meal and their stomachs are still full.
Ask everyone to come sit in the living room, and I will help catch your daughter's murderer."
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