When the priest Kazekage heard my words, his face turned red with anger, but he held back his anger and told me, "There is no such thing. Zeshui Temple and Moyun Temple are indeed competing for pilgrims, but we both believe in the gods of heaven and earth, but the teachings are different. The gods are above, no priest will do anything unfavorable to the people, even if it is Zeshui Temple, I don't believe they use such means! ”

He babbled on and on a lot, just to explain the reluctance of their priestly monks to use such means.

"It's just a possibility." I comforted him a few words and asked, "So, could it be that the food has gone bad because of improper storage?" ”

"I did it early this morning." Priest Kazekage summoned the cooking theologue, "Cassava, come here." ”

"Yes, master." A young boy dressed in a sacrificial cloak respectfully walked into the back kitchen.

He's been waiting out for a long time. Looking at his frank and respectful appearance, he doesn't look like a person with bad virtues.

"The apprentices washed the rice in a wooden barrel, cooked it in this large cauldron, poured it into a large wooden barrel, and stirred it with honey." Cassava pointed out all the pots and pans used in the morning, and said, "The wooden barrels and cauldrons of rice were washed and dried when the sacrificers gave sweet porridge, and the large wooden barrels were washed after the almsgiving." But ......"

"But what?" Priest Kazekage asked.

The apprentice touched his head: "I just think this rice porridge is weird, so I kept a bowl, but I didn't drink it." ”

"Weird?"

His statement aroused our curiosity.

Priest Kazekage: "You think it's strange, why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Cassava: "Because until the afternoon, the color of sweet porridge was normal, but now after a long time, it has turned a little yellow, and there is a strange smell...... But I—I thought it was the porridge that had gone rancid. ”

I said, "Take it out and see." Maybe someone poisoned him? ”

Cassava took the only remaining sweet porridge from the cupboard and placed it in front of us.

This bowl of sweet porridge is also covered with a lid to prevent dust from falling in. But the candlelight is yellow, making it difficult to tell whether the porridge has changed color or not.

Just by looking at it with the naked eye, it doesn't seem to make any difference.

"I saw it in the moonlight just now, but now I can't see it clearly." Cassava scratches its head, and there is nothing to be done.

Priest Kazekage was anxious: "What can I do about this?" ”

I proposed, "Why don't you see it tomorrow?" ”

"It's okay......" Priest Kazekage sighed, "but tonight's temple fair will be in vain." These people gathered around the door for a long time, and they didn't know how to explain it tomorrow morning. ”

Han said: "Anyway, it's boring now, so it's better to cook a bowl of white porridge." Sister, don't you have a baby yellow handkerchief? Let's take a look at the comparison. ”

I thought it was boring, but he was in high spirits and didn't give up most of the night to "investigate the case". Since he would not go, I had no choice but to take out the handkerchief.

"But this porridge has been sitting for most of the day, will the color have changed?"

As soon as I asked this, both the priest Kazekage and Cassava looked at me with a look of surprise.

I thought about it again in the book that Assorted had written about me. The people like to cook porridge and cakes, which can be stored for a long time in a cool place. Cut a piece and add some water, re-cook, and the whole day's meals will be over. They obviously had more experience than I did, and everything I ate in the palace had just been boiled at the time, so I had never seen such long-standing food.

When this question is asked, it seems a little lacking in common sense......

Han: "There will be a little bit, but it is not too obvious, if there is anything suspicious, at least I can give an explanation to the people first." ”