"When did he start all the symptoms?" Zhang Zian asked.
"About one or two hours ago!" The middle-aged man replied.
Zhang Zian thought for a minute, counted the time and asked, "What did you feed him this morning?"
"Same as normal. Fried rice with egg and sausages. There were also some vegetables in there."
"How much did you feed him?"
"One bowl."
"How big was the bowl?"
The man showed him in the air. It was a big bowl, about twice as big as a normal sized bowl.
"Did he eat anything else?"
"Nope," the man spoke affirmatively.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Zian asked.
"Yes, I am sure! I feed him that every day. He likes it!" The man became frustrated again. He thought Zhang Zian was going to play tricks on him.
"Egg, sausages and rice... were they all good?"
"Bullsh*t! We all ate it. You think we are stupid or something?" The man started yelling.
"Calm down, Sir. I have to know all the details to help you," Zhang Zian remained peaceful.
