Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

Su Qiao took it under his nose and smelled it, then twisted a little soup with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste.

The soup is indeed poisonous.

Su Qiao glanced sharply across the table, and finally stopped on the mushroom soup bowl.

After tasting it, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"There's something wrong with the mushroom soup, old village chief, tell them to stop eating it."

The old village chief hurriedly knocked on the crutches and shouted to the surrounding villagers: "Put down, put down the bowl, everyone, don't eat it, there is something wrong with this mushroom soup."

"How can there be a problem with mushroom soup?"

"Didn't Xiao Qiao go to town to buy this mushroom? Was it tricked by a small vendor in the market?"

The villagers all looked puzzled.

Of course, it is impossible for them to suspect Su Qiao.

Although Su Qiao's temperament is a little colder, she is very kind to the people in the village. She will help anyone who is in trouble, and if any family member is sick, she will help to look after them, and she will not charge any money.

She also saved Xiaobao before, and she paid for such a large amount of medical expenses in advance.

"We'll talk about this later, be quiet first, and let Xiao Qiao concentrate on saving people."

The old village chief quickly told them to shut up so as not to disturb Su Qiao.

Without any hesitation, Su Qiao quickly poured dilute salt water into the still awake family of three, and then helped to induce vomiting repeatedly.

When it was almost over, I gave them a few packets of medicinal powder soaked in boiling water, and finally gave them some salt and sugar water to replenish the lost body fluids.

As soon as she survived, hot sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Okay, take a rest, it'll be fine, everyone help to bring them back."

The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly called a few villagers to help Aunt Gui and his wife back home.

"Little Joe, why is there a problem with this mushroom soup?"

Su Qiao did not see any suspicious expressions in the eyes of the villagers, and her heart suddenly warmed.

The decision to stay in this small village was right.

Immediately thinking of what was in front of her, her expression turned cold: "It's not that I bought the wrong mushrooms, or that I was harmed by a small trader, but that someone mixed poisonous mushrooms."

Who this person is, she doesn't know yet.

But nothing more than those few.

One was the little gangsters in the village who had disappeared after being beaten by her last time, and the other was Xia Yao.

Xia Yao, this woman, don't look at her weak and harmless appearance, her heart is cruel.

When she was in her teens, she was very scheming and knew how to use tricks to make money for herself. After working in the entertainment industry for so many years, and still doing so well, she must have been more advanced in this regard.

"what?"

"Mixed with poisonous mushrooms? Then this person deliberately wants to harm us?"

As soon as Su Qiao's words fell, the villagers made a noise.

The old village head tapped the table hard with a crutch, with a serious look on his face: "Everything is quiet, listen to Xiao Qiao finish what he has to say."

"I bought dried mushrooms."

Su Qiao picked up the mushroom soup bowl on the table and poured the soup into several empty bowls, leaving only the mushrooms and meat below.

"Look, no matter how much you soak dried mushrooms, they will wrinkle, the umbrella-shaped surface is dry and no water, the mushroom body is a little hard, and the roots are a little brownish yellow. When it is overcooked, the umbrella-shaped surface will erode like pureed meat. ."

"And these few pieces, whether it's the surface, or the mushroom body and roots, are shiny and fresh in color, and the umbrella-shaped noodles haven't been rotten at all after being stewed for so long, they've just spread out a little."

The old village chief and a few villagers stepped forward to take a look. Sure enough, as Su Qiao said, those slices were very different from the others.

Xia Yao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly leaned in and interjected with a simple face: "What's rotten or not? Mushrooms have been cooked for a long time, isn't it all like this? I think it's almost the same."