As soon as the voice fell, Chang Qing immediately came over with a paper bag in his hand.
He handed over the paper package in his hand and said to Song Qianning respectfully, "Miss Song, this is the braised pork I got from that country woman's house. Please take a look."
Taking the paper package, Song Qianning nodded to Chang Qing and thanked him: "Thank you, Master Chang Qing."
After thanking Changqing, Song Qianning opened the paper package in her hand in front of everyone.
After the paper package was opened, a fragrance came out from inside. Song Qianning took a closer look and said, "It is indeed the braised pork bought from me.
The three of them immediately became complacent: "Humph, little bitch, you yourself admitted that you bought the marinated meat from you, what else do you want to quibble with?"
Ignoring the three people who were shouting, Song Qianning picked up a small piece of braised meat and put it into her mouth.
Seeing her actions, everyone around was stunned and the air became quiet, including the three people who were shouting on the ground.
After chewing it carefully, Song Qianning didn't notice any problems with the braised meat.
Without even glancing at the three of them, Song Qianning took out a portion of the braised meat and then looked at Ning Qiuze: "Your Excellency, the Prefect."
Ning Qiuze subconsciously looked up when he heard Song Qianning's words: "Huh?"
She handed the meat to Ning Qiuze and said respectfully, "These marinated meats were indeed bought from the shop, but according to the country woman's logic, it would be useless even if we tasted them in public."
"So, please, Your Excellency, do me the honor of tasting this braised pork. This way, with your help as a witness, the final result will be more convincing."
Hearing this, Ning Qiuze's expression immediately froze, his face stiff. He laughed and said, "Miss Song can taste it alone. With me and my son watching, the result will certainly be convincing."
Song Qianning shook her head and sighed, "Only if the prefect tastes it himself can everyone be silenced."
Looking at the braised meat being handed to him, Ning Qiuze subconsciously wanted to stand up and get angry.
Just when Ning Qiuze was hesitating to reject Song Qianning again, suddenly a gaze came from the side, with a hint of coldness.
Noticing Qin Ye's gaze, Ning Qiuze's words were stuck in his throat and he dared not say a word of refusal.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Prefect, there is absolutely no problem with the braised pork." Song Qianning said with a sincere expression as she handed it forward again.
Because of Qin Ye's gaze next to him, no matter how reluctant Ning Qiuze was, he could only take the braised meat she handed over with a stiff smile and put it into his mouth with gritted teeth.
The braised pork tasted really good, and it filled your mouth with fragrance as soon as you put it in. Under normal circumstances, Ning Qiuze might have been in the mood to taste it, but now he was in no mood at all.
Sitting behind the desk, Ning Qiuze felt a little restless and uncomfortable all over, but Qin Ye was sitting next to him, so he had to endure it.
Time passed minute by minute, and no matter whether it was Song Qianning who ate the braised pork first, or Ning Qiuze who ate it later, there was nothing unusual on their bodies, nor any abnormal changes.
As time passed, Ning Qiuze became more and more restless and wanted to say something several times.
Another half incense stick of time passed in a flash, and the two were still standing there. Song Qianning had expected this in her heart, but there was no change on her face.
Glancing at the three people on the ground, she lowered her head, her expression thoughtful, then looked up at Ning Qiuze: "I wonder if the prefect is feeling unwell?"
"……none."
After receiving Ning Qiuze's answer, she had a strange expression on her face and said to herself, "That's really strange."
"The prefect and I both consumed the same marinated meat, but we didn't feel any discomfort at all. On the contrary, you three all had a headache, a stomachache, and a gastric ache. It's really strange."
She deliberately glanced at the three people in the hall, her expression filled with confusion and bewilderment. She clapped her hands suddenly, pretending to have suddenly understood something: "Could it be that the marinated meat has also developed consciousness? You feel uncomfortable when you eat it, but the prefect and I are fine after eating it?"
The three people kneeling in the hall naturally heard her words, and the expressions on their faces became even uglier.
Facing the gazes of the crowd, the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.
Noticing their little tricks, Song Qianning didn't expose them, but only asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"
The three of them looked at each other, but they couldn't just say nothing. In the end, they could only bite the bullet and continue to cry out in pain.
"Ouch, my body hurts so much, it hurts so much that it's killing me."
"Who knows what you little bitch did? We are hurting because of your cooked food."
"That's right, you must have put something in the cooked food, which is why we are in so much pain."
"Please, Lord Prefect, we are in so much pain that we are dying. We must not let this little bitch go unpunished."
Just howling was not enough. They howled and rolled on the ground, as if they wanted Ning Qiuze to execute Song Qianning on the spot.
Looking at the people howling on the ground, Song Qianning smiled kindly: "Are you in a lot of pain?"
"Yes! It hurts so badly, and it hurts so badly that I'm almost dying."
After giving them a meaningful look, Song Qianning continued with a smile, "In that case, I'll go get a doctor to come over and give you a good look, take your pulse, and diagnose you."
Ning Qiuze, who had been silent behind the case, heard what Song Qianning said and immediately spoke up, interrupting her.
Song Qianning was not annoyed by the interruption. She turned to look at Ning Qiuze and asked, "What is your opinion, Lord Prefect?"
Ning Qiuze glanced at the country woman's family with a sullen face, and when Song Qianning looked over, he deliberately sighed.
"In my opinion, perhaps this country woman and her family ate something wrong, and that thing happened to be eaten at the same time as the cooked food you bought, which caused the problem."
"Because of my impatience, I misunderstood and thought it was the problem with the braised pork you ate."
Finally, Ning Qiuze's expression seemed to be one of pity: "Fortunately, nothing serious has happened. It's all just a misunderstanding. It would be embarrassing for you to dwell on it too much. Why not just let it go like this? It will make everyone happy. What do you think?"
She didn't feel anything.
Rolling his eyes in his heart, Song Qianning shook his head at Ning Qiuze and said sternly, "Your Excellency the Prefect is wrong."
"Since they're so certain the cooked food I bought is faulty, and perhaps it's really the cooked food that's causing the problem, how can I, as the shop owner, choose to shirk responsibility just for the sake of my reputation?"
As he spoke, Song Qianning looked at the three country women with a serious and earnest expression: "Don't worry, if there is really a problem, I will be responsible for you."
After assuring the three of them, Song Qianning looked at Ning Qiuze again and said sincerely, "I hope the prefect can agree to invite the doctor to treat them."
When asking Ning Qiuze to send for a doctor, Song Qianning's expression was so sincere that it was impossible to find fault with her.
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