I hurried to the swimming pool. Zhou Mo and Yuan Xiaoyi had already changed into casual clothes and were waiting for me on the shore. Yuan Xiaoyi was fine, but Zhou Mo looked anxious. As soon as he saw me, he ran over and asked, "Did my dad make things difficult for you?" I came in a hurry, so I was still panting. "Your dad is a very good person. Let's talk about this later. I just..." I told him what I saw and heard in the kitchen. While talking, I also changed into casual clothes. I knew I would be busy again in a while.
"Ah!" Zhou Mo opened his mouth wide and immediately ran outside. Yuan Xiaoyi and I hurriedly followed behind him.
Then he came to the study room, where Zhou Honglin was reading a book. Zhou Mo rushed in and told him what happened just now in a panic. Just as he finished speaking, someone pushed the door open again, and the chef walked in. He said, "Boss Zhou, your soup is ready. Do you want to drink it now?" Zhou Honglin remained motionless and nodded, "Bring it in."
The chef walked out. There was a small cart at the door with a soup pot and a few small bowls on it. He filled a bowl and brought it in and placed it on Zhou Honglin's desk. Zhou Honglin picked up the bowl, and Zhou Mo nervously called out, "Dad!" Zhou Honglin just sniffed it, then raised his head and said to the chef, "Go call Butler Wang." The chef nodded and went out.
Zhou Honglin frowned and said, "It tastes the same as usual." We all became a little nervous because we didn't know what the chef had put in the food and how long it had been left there. After a while, a middle-aged man with a peaceful face came in. He was wearing a well-tailored Zhongshan suit and looked very formal and proper. He must be Butler Wang. Butler Wang said, "Boss Zhou, what's the matter?"
Zhou Honglin pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "Take it and let Mr. Zhang check it to see what's in it."
The chef was standing outside the door. He was shocked and said quickly, "Boss Zhou, there is nothing here. It is exactly the same as usual."
Zhou Honglin glared and said, "Shut up!"
This sentence was not said to me, but it also made my heart palpitate. I have seen a lot of storms, but I didn't expect Zhou Honglin to be so terrible when he got angry. Just now I thought he was gentle and humorous, but now I think he is cold and cruel. The chef's face turned pale and he dared not speak again. Butler Wang took the bowl and walked out with a stern face. Zhou Mo and I looked at each other and felt a little nervous. The chef next to us was even more nervous. But Zhou Honglin seemed to be fine. He picked up the book on the table and read it carefully.
After a while, Butler Wang came back, and we were all worried. Butler Wang bowed his head and said, "Boss Zhou, Mr. Zhang checked and said..." Zhou Honglin waved his hand and said, "Wait, let me finish reading this page." Butler Wang stopped talking. We were almost vomiting blood, but Zhou Honglin was calm. I admired his composure. The chef next to him was sweating profusely, wiping his sweat with his sleeves from time to time.
Zhou Mo whispered to me, "Mr. Zhang's original name was Zhang Wanda. He is over 70 years old this year. His origin is very mysterious. He has superb medical skills. It is said that he has even treated the municipal party secretary. He just came to my house a few days ago. Although he has a very strange temper, he is very familiar with all kinds of medicines and will not use them easily." I nodded. I believed that the person who could stay in the Zhou family was definitely not an ordinary person.
After reading a page, Zhou Honglin put the book on the table and said slowly, "You tell me." Butler Wang bowed his head again and said, "Mr. Zhang said there is nothing wrong with the soup. The seasonings in it are all normal." I was shocked when I heard it, but the chef next to me breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves, and said, "Of course, I made it myself."
Zhou Honglin stroked the book cover with his hands, said nothing, and just looked at me slowly. I said seriously: "Uncle, I saw with my own eyes that the chef secretly put something in it." The head chef next to me opened his mouth wide, pointed at me and said: "You are talking nonsense!" He thought I was talking about him.
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