Chu Yang said, "Heh, if I'm not mistaken, the porridge in the pot isn't poisoned either."
Upon hearing Chu Yang's words, Qin Mengyin walked over to the porridge pot, scooped up a bowl with a spoon, and then took a sip.
A few minutes later.
Qin Mengyin showed no signs of distress; it seemed that the porridge in the pot wasn't poisoned, only the porridge in her and Chu Yang's bowls had been tampered with.
Qin Mengyin's eyes reflected deep contemplation, "This is strange, the porridge in the pot isn't poisoned, but the porridge in Yang Suxin's and our bowls is."
Chu Yang smiled lightly and didn't say much, instead he looked toward the cafeteria's kitchen, "Mengyin, let's go have a look."
Qin Mengyin nodded and followed Chu Yang into the cafeteria kitchen.
As soon as they entered the kitchen, they heard Yang Suxin's loud voice berating and scolding, "What have you done? This is too careless, someone has poisoned the porridge and you all are clueless."
