Su Qiao took it and put it under his nose to smell it, then pinched a little soup with his fingers and put it into his mouth to taste it.
There is indeed poison in the soup.
Su Qiao's sharp eyes swept across the entire table, finally stopping on the bowl of mushroom soup.
After tasting it, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"There's something wrong with the mushroom soup, old village chief, tell them to stop eating it."
The old village chief hurriedly knocked on his cane and shouted to the villagers around him: "Put it down, put down the bowl, everyone, don't eat it, there is something wrong with this mushroom soup."
“What’s wrong with mushroom soup?”
"Didn't Xiao Qiao buy these mushrooms in town? Could it be that he was cheated by the vendors in the market?"
The villagers all looked puzzled.
Of course, they were so simple-minded that it was impossible for them to suspect Su Qiao.
Although Su Qiao has a cold temper, she is very kind to the people in the village. She will help anyone who has problems, and if anyone is sick, she will help take care of them for free.
She had saved Xiaobao before, and even paid for the huge medical expenses.
"We'll talk about this later. Be quiet for now and let Xiao Qiao concentrate on saving people."
The old village chief quickly told them to shut up so as not to disturb Su Qiao.
Su Qiao did not hesitate and quickly fed the three conscious members of the family a glass of diluted saline solution, then helped them induce vomiting repeatedly.
When it was almost done, I fed them a few packets of medicine powder soaked in boiling water, and finally gave them some salt and sugar water to replenish the lost body fluids.
After all the busy work, hot sweat had already appeared on her forehead.
"Okay, take a break, and everything will be fine. Everyone, help carry them back."
The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called a few villagers to help Aunt Gui and her husband back home.
"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with this mushroom soup?"
Su Qiao did not see any doubt in the villagers' eyes, and his heart suddenly felt warm.
The decision to stay in this small village was the right one.
Then she thought of what was happening in front of her, and her expression turned cold: "It's not that I bought the wrong mushrooms, nor was I harmed by the vendor, but someone mixed poisonous mushrooms in."
She doesn't know who this person is yet.
But it’s nothing more than those few.
One was a few hooligans in the village who were chased away by her last time and disappeared without a trace, and the other was Xia Yao.
Although Xia Yao looks weak and harmless, she is a very cruel woman.
She was already very scheming and knew how to use tricks to profit for herself when she was in her teens. She has been in the entertainment industry for so many years and is doing so well. I guess she must have become more advanced in this aspect.
"What?"
"Poisonous mushrooms were mixed in? Does this person want to harm us on purpose?"
As soon as Su Qiao finished speaking, the villagers started to make a noise.
The old village chief knocked the table hard with his cane, his face serious: "Everyone be quiet and listen to Xiao Qiao finish her words."
“I bought dried mushrooms.”
Su Qiao picked up the bowl of mushroom soup on the table and poured the soup into several empty bowls, leaving only the mushrooms and meat at the bottom.
"You see, no matter how much you soak dried mushrooms, they will become wrinkled, the cap-shaped surface will be dry and without moisture, the mushroom body will be hard, and the root will be slightly brown. If you overcook it, the cap-shaped surface will rot like meat paste."
"These slices, whether it's the surface, the body or the root, are all very shiny and fresh in color. Moreover, the umbrella-shaped surface has not rotted at all after being stewed for such a long time, it just fell apart a little."
The old village chief and several villagers came forward to take a look, and just as Su Qiao said, those pieces were very different from the others.
Xia Yao, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly came over and interrupted innocently, "What's the matter with rotten or not? Isn't it like this when mushrooms are cooked for too long? I think they are all the same."