Hearing Tang Xin say this, Ding Hu only felt his scalp tingle.
"What do you mean even if there is something wrong with you, it can't possibly be a mushroom problem?"
"You ate mushrooms too?"
Tang Xin nodded.
"Yeah, I ate them. Didn't I tell you? It's a local specialty, shouldn't I sample a taste of home in advance?"
"Alright, Brother Hu, enough talk, the mushroom soup I cooked is almost ready, it's got to be drunk while it's hot."
After saying this, Ding Hu watched with wide eyes as Tang Xin walked to the back door of the canteen, picked up the dog bowl of bone broth, and downed it in one go.
That intoxicated expression on his face made it seem to the uninformed as if he had just savored some kind of ultimate delicacy.
Ding Hu: ...
Dog: ...
Under the effect of the "Iron Chain Connection," the deeper Wu Bin was poisoned, the deeper Ding Hu's subordinates got poisoned.
For a time, the hotpot area became a den of frenzied chaos.
