Soon, Chu Xuanchen took Yun Ruoyue and rode a carriage to Huangcheng Street.
He inquired that Mrs. Wei was participating in the porridge serving at the largest porridge serving spot in the city at the moment, so he ordered the coachman to drive directly to the porridge serving spot.
As a result, when they arrived at the porridge point, they suddenly heard waves of smashing and cursing.
Chu Xuanchen lifted the curtain of the car and saw that the victims gathered around the porridge stall and smashed their bowls on the ground.
He rolled up his sleeves and scolded.
And Mrs. Wei Guo, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing expensive jewelry, was standing on the high stand, looking at everything below in a flustered manner.
She looked at the troubled people below, and hurriedly asked the maid next to her, "What's the matter, why are the people underneath all angry? Where's Gao Yang, call Gao Yang soon."
"Madam, Gao Yang doesn't know where he is going, wait a minute, and the maidservant will look for him." After the maid finished speaking, she quickly got off the stage.
Not long after Wei Guofu came here, he was watching the cooks making porridge on it. He wanted to show his kindness, but he didn't expect the victims to make trouble.
At this time, the noise below is getting louder and louder!
"This porridge is full of sand. Is this for people to drink? Mrs. Wei, you said you are giving relief to everyone. Why is there more sand in this porridge than yesterday?"
"Yes! Give us people to eat sand, what kind of disaster relief is this?"
"My bowl is full of bugs. There are more bugs than porridge. Can this drink? I might as well eat the roots of the bark!"
"Mrs. Wei, this is the porridge you made for the empress. Is the queen fooling our people like this? Everyone will come and see if you don’t believe it! This porridge is stinky and rotten. You don’t even drink the beasts. They are for people to eat!"
"This steamed bun is also rotten. It smells so bad that you can't eat it at all!"
"Yesterday my grandson ate one of her steamed buns, and he vomited and diarrhea, and had abdominal pain for a day. My grandson is so young, how can I bear this kind of tossing? Mrs. Wei Guo, you want to give us an explanation. Go and ask the empress. Does she really care about the people? Why does she let us eat this kind of food?"
Hearing everyone's questions, Mrs. Wei Guo knew what had happened.
She hurried down from the high platform, walked to the side of the stove in a panic, looked at the pot, and saw that it was full of yellow porridge mixed with sand.
There was a thick layer of insects floating on the yellow porridge, and she immediately glared at the cook next to her with anger, "What's the matter? Why is this porridge full of sand?"
The cook was scared and trembling, "Ms. Gao, the rice bought by Mr. Gao is like this. We have no choice but to use this kind of rice to make porridge."
"What? Wouldn't you just wash it and cook it?" Mrs. Wei Guo's face was as black as an iron pan.
She asked Gao Yang to do things for her, and Gao Yang did it like this. If the queen knew about it, it would be a problem!
The cook said, "Madam, there is too much sand, and there are many victims who have come today. They all clamored for porridge. We didn't have time to wash the rice, so we went straight to the pot!"
Another female cook next to him said: "Madam, we are not to blame. When there were few people yesterday, we all washed the rice and scoured most of the sand out, so no one made trouble yesterday. But today I heard the wind. There are too many victims. Master Gao ordered us to boil it out quickly, otherwise our wages will be deducted. We still have time to wash the rice, so we just put it in the pot and boil it!"