The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
Zhao Dahe gripped the bowl in his hand and glared at Su Ying with an unpleasant expression. "If you don't want us to stay, you can just tell us to go. Why do you have to harm us?"
"Is there… is there poison in this soup?" The villagers who did not drink stood rooted to the ground with their bowls in their hands. They did not know whether to drink or not.
Su Ying raised the corners of her lips slightly. "Everyone, you have misunderstood. There's no poison in this soup. It's just that I saw that the weather was very cold so I told my men to add some chili to the soup. I wanted to help everyone get rid of the cold. I didn't know that you guys aren't used to spicy food."
Zhao Dahe took the bowl of soup and sniffed it. Then he dipped his fingertips in it for a taste. The moment the soup touched his tongue, he experienced a rush of spiciness.
