The Bai Bi Village was as its name implied. The exterior walls of every house was covered with a layer of white powder, which was covered with black tiles. Each house was close to the other, making people feel like they were entering an ancient town.
Zhan Beitian and Mu Yifan followed Chen Dong's instructions and walked all the way up. After that, they asked a few villagers and very quickly they found the Village Chief's house.
However, just as they were about to leave the Village Chief's house, the plot had a change of heart. Suddenly, five men came over who were also looking for the Village Chief to discuss the purchase of all the rice grain in the Bai Bi Village.
Then, they saw a limousine outside the Village Chief's courtyard. It was probably driven by the five men from earlier.
Zhan Beitian and Mu Yifan looked at the number on the plate, it said G66333 and it was the car from G City.
After returning to Chen Dong's home, Zhan Beitian immediately called Xiang Guo and asked him to check whose car the license plate city G66333 belonged to.
Mu Yifan took the opportunity to run into the kitchen: Uncle Chen, is the medicinal casserole ready?
"It's done. I'll pour it into the bowl for you. Drink only after it's not this hot." Chen Dong said as he poured the medicine into the bowl, and then turned his head to see if the chicken stew in the pot was done.
Mu Yifan quickly looked around the kitchen to see if there was anywhere he could throw the medicine. Then, with a flash of inspiration, he picked up the bowl and poured the medicine back into the medicinal casserole, covering it with the lid.
He snickered in his heart.
Like this, no one would discover that he had poured the medicine away, and no one would think that he had poured the medicine back into the medicinal casserole.
When Chen Dong turned his head back again, he immediately placed the bowl by his mouth, pretending as if he had finished drinking the medicine.
Chen Dong looked at him in shock: "Such a hot medicinal juice, you drank it up so quickly."
"Yes." Mu Yifan wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. "Uncle Chen, I'm going upstairs to rest."
When no one was in the kitchen, he would come down and secretly pour out the medicine.
In the hall, Zhan Beitian hung up and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing that he was busy, he asked: "Uncle, is the medicinal casserole ready?"
Drink it?
"Of course." Chen Dong nodded his head.
Zhan Beitian still couldn't believe it. Someone who clearly resisted drinking the medicine, how could they drink the medicine so easily.
His gaze swept across the kitchen once, then, it landed on the medicinal casserole on the table and the huge bowl beside it. Before he left, he opened the medicinal casserole, and found more than half of the medicinal juice and medicinal dregs inside.
"I used a bottle of water. After the cooker was done, the medicinal juice just happened to be able to fill a bowl."
Zhan Beitian frowned, and pointed at the medicinal casserole: "What's wrong with the medicinal juice inside?"
"What medicinal juice?" Chen Dong walked over with suspicion. "Hey, I had clearly poured all of the medicinal juice out, why are there still so many medicinal juice left?"
He scratched his head in confusion.
Zhan Beitian's eyes darkened: "Uncle, did you really see him drink it?"
Chen Dong became uncertain: "This … "This …"
Then, he thought of something and sighed, "This kid didn't pour the medicine back into the medicinal casserole when I turned around right? I was wondering just now how did he drink such a hot medicinal juice in one gulp."
Zhan Beitian was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry, he could not even get angry.
He discovered that the kid wasn't as stupid as he thought he was. If it wasn't for the fact that he was meticulous, he would have really tricked him.
Zhan Beitian looked at the medicine in the pot, his eyes moved, he picked up the medicinal casserole and walked out of the kitchen.