"Mu Lin?" Mo Yinfan reluctantly raises an eyebrow as he watches the busy figure in front of him and the puzzled gazes of some chefs and kitchen maids. A touch of confusion forms in his mind.
"What are you doing?" Mo Qian steps forward but stops dead in her tracks upon seeing the pitch-black, putrid substance in the pot. "What the hell is that?" She couldn't help but feel a disgusting urge when she saw it.
"Temporary antidote," Mu Lin said casually, with a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"Temporary antidote?" Yinfan moved closer to Mu Lin only to cough lightly after a glance at the substance in the pot, "You mean, those people outside didn't get food poisoning."
"Do you really think it's that simple?" Mu Lin counters, arching an eyebrow. Yinfan remained silent.
Indeed, the situation couldn't be as simple as it seemed.
"So what poison did they ingest?" Mo Qian asked reflexively.
"Tibial Incense." Mu Lin responds.
