Zhang Wuwei was speechless.

He somewhat understood Zhao Baoxuan's feelings.

His little assistant suffered not many grievances at home.

Seeing Zhao Baoxuan's emotional instability, he was very worried that it would cause Wang Cuiyu's anger, although Wang Cuiyu behaved very calmly in this short period of time, and his words were very cooperative, but he was not sure whether Baoxuan would stand up to his parents again after he left.

"Mr. Zhao, do you remember what you did that day?" Zhang Wuwei tried his best to shift the focus of the father and daughter: "Bao Xuan said that the herbal tea on the table was not made by you. ”

Zhao Qingshan remembers the taste of herbal tea: "It is a kind of grass boiled out of Jincun Village, it tastes a little better when it is dried and boiled water, and the entrance is not so bitter, if it is freshly pulled grass, it will be very bitter, more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine." ”

Zhang Wuwei continued to ask: "What is that kind of grass called in the pharmacy?"

Really good herbs, even if the soup or medicinal juice is extremely bitter in the mouth, will smell a special taste that is refreshing.

He didn't drink it at the time, but it didn't smell very good, and he was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to the water and soil.

Zhao Qingshan shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't asked." ”

Zhao Baoxuan lost no time in interjecting: "Dad, you know that your grandfather likes to study herbs, and you don't bring a little back to show him." ”

Zhao Qingshan showed a confused expression again: "Yes, why didn't I remember to bring some of the grass for brewing herbal tea?"

Wang Cuiyu snorted lightly: "Your father went to Jincun and never brought back a single vegetable leaf!"

Zhao Qingshan hurriedly explained: "Xiaocui, didn't you say that you don't eat a grain of rice in Jincun and don't drink a sip of tea in Jincun?"

Zhao Baoxuan was surprised: "What's the matter? Can't eat the food in Jincun?" Afraid of water and soil?" Looking at her mother's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, she suddenly had a bold idea: "Afraid of poisoning?"

Sure enough, Wang Cuiyu shouted and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about! Your father goes to help with the cooking, can he still poison the food? How much money can you earn by making a meal? If someone really feels uncomfortable eating, your father's reputation will be ruined!"

"Shhh ”

Zhao Baoxuan came up with a twist, and had to say: "Mom, then why are you afraid that I won't be able to come back if I go to Jincun? Are you afraid that I will eat Jincun things indiscriminately? Dad, when you went to Jincun to help cook, did anyone mention food poisoning to you?"

She didn't dare to say that she had visual and auditory hallucinations, and according to her parents' words, there might be a problem with the herbal tea she drank, and it was a big problem.

However, she saw that all the people at the dinner table were pouring that herbal tea to drink, and there were not a few people who drank two or three cups, even children.

Is she the only one who can hallucinate, or is everyone else like that?

If it's just her own vision, could it be that everyone in their village already has antibodies?

This fleeting thought greatly encouraged Zhao Baoxuan.

Zhao Qingshan shook his head: "No!"

Zhao Baoxuan tilted her head, as if talking to herself and as if demonstrating to her father: "Grandpa said that when he used to go to the mountains to pick herbs, sometimes wild fruits that seemed safe would be poisoned when they ate it in their mouths, but they wouldn't die, but they just lay there with no strength and couldn't move, and grandpa said that he lay down for a day and a night before he had the strength to stand up." ”