The supreme master of the female president

Inside the premium first class compartment.

Yang Yitian took out the lean meat porridge and put it on the table, and said lightly, "In another five hours, we will almost be back in Ningjiang!"

"Well, it's so fast!" Jiang Xinyao smiled softly. Before she opened her heart, she had a lot of timid feelings in her heart because she proposed divorce. She wanted to separate from Yang Yitian for a while and give each other a calm space. But now she wants the train to slow down a little bit, and to enjoy the warmth of this family of three that only belongs to her.

Yang Yitian smiled, picked up the steaming lean meat porridge, and personally fed it to his daughter Yang Wuxin.

However, Yang Yitian just used a small spoon to fill a little lean meat porridge, blew it gently with his mouth, and when he was about to feed it to his daughter, his pupils suddenly sank, he sniffed it with his nose, and said in a cold voice: "This porridge has a problem!"

"what?!"

Hearing Yang Yitian's words, Jiang Xinyao was stunned, and she didn't realize it. This delicious lean meat porridge was cooked by the chef in the preparation room with her own eyes. There is nothing unusual about it.

Yang Yitian's forehead was tightly wrinkled. Although he couldn't tell what was added to the porridge, there was definitely something slightly poisonous, and he deliberately used a lot of ginger and spring onions to cover up the smell.

"Husband, did someone poison it?" Jiang Xinyao raised her brows upside down. She believed that Yang Yitian would not lie to her, but at the same time she couldn't figure out who was so vicious and despicable to poison the porridge. Fortunately, her daughter Didn't drink, otherwise something will happen.

"It should be, don't drink the porridge. I'll go to the meal preparation room first and ask what's going on!" Yang Yitian's pupils were cold, and a hint of oozing flashed across his eyes. Too smart, she will definitely fall for the trick easily, and feed the problematic porridge to her daughter.

"Husband, I'll go with you!" Jiang Xinyao's eyes were cold. Her daughter Yang Wuxin was her most important relative besides Yang Yitian. She wanted to find out the poisoner and pay for it.

"Okay!" Yang Yitian nodded, did not stop Jiang Xinyao from following, and went to the meal preparation room with a sullen face.

The train was approaching Ningjiang, and the meal preparation room was very quiet at this time, only two chefs were guarding, and the rest of the people went to rest.

A chef wearing a white hat saw Yang Yitian push the door in, and hurriedly blocked him: "This is an important place in the kitchen, and outsiders are not allowed to approach it. If you have anything to do, just stand outside the glass table and talk!"

Yang Yitian's eyes were sharp, he didn't take the chef's words seriously, he threw the bag of porridge in his hand on the dining cabinet, and said in a low and cold voice, "Who cooked this porridge for my wife just now?"

The two chefs looked at each other, and then their eyes stayed on Jiang Xinyao, recognizing that she came to buy lean meat porridge not long ago, and said that she wanted to feed it to her daughter.

"Porridge, right? It seems that Lao Zhao cooked it. He has changed shifts to rest. What's the matter?" the chef wearing a white hat asked a little puzzled.

"Call him over right away!" Yang Yitian waved his hand, slapped the side dining cabinet violently, and growled with cold and angry eyes.

The two chefs were taken aback by Yang Yitian's actions. They felt that he seemed to be here to make trouble, and said dissatisfiedly: "We are on duty now, so let's just talk about it if there is something to do. Don't shoot things randomly. If you The porridge tastes bad, we will give you a new one!"

"I'm making trouble?" Yang Yitian pointed to the porridge on the dining counter with deep eyes, and said with a cold smile: "This porridge is poisonous, if you drink it, then I will turn around and leave without saying a word, but if you If you don’t dare to drink, immediately call the chef surnamed Zhao, and I will confront him face to face, otherwise I will go directly to your boss!”

"The porridge, is it poisonous?" The two chefs on duty, when they heard Yang Yitian's words, their faces instantly became terrified. Poisoning is not a trivial matter, and they will bear criminal responsibility if they fail to do so.

"Have you drank this porridge?" The chef wearing a white hat looked at Yang Yitian with some anxiety.

"I didn't drink it!" Yang Yitian said lightly.

Hearing this, the two chefs breathed a sigh of relief, but they thought of something, and asked in confusion: "Then you didn't drink it, how do you know there is poison in the porridge?"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, don't challenge my patience, call him over immediately!" Yang Yitian said in a cold tone.

The two chefs murmured to each other, and decided not to participate in this matter, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body, just call Lao Zhao over to ask clearly.

"Then wait a while, I'll go find him!" The chef in the white hat, after speaking to Yang Yitian, left the meal preparation room and went to the carriage where their chef rested.

The chef who stayed behind came to Yang Yitian. He stared at the lean meat porridge on the dining cabinet, picked it up and smelled it, and found nothing unusual. It didn't look poisonous at all.

"How did you find out that there is something wrong with this lean meat porridge? Why can't I see it!" The chef was only in his 20s, and he couldn't find any clues when he looked left and right, and he was very curious.

Yang Yitian's face was stern. He ignored the chef, turned around and talked to Jiang Xinyao who was holding her daughter, and said, "When my wife gets home, I will cook for my daughter myself!"

"Yeah!" Jiang Xinyao nodded lightly, feeling scared for a while. If the porridge was poisoned and her daughter's life would be in danger if she drank it, she would blame herself for the rest of her life.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the chef in the hat came back, but he was alone.

"Where's Lao Zhao?" The young chef who stayed in the meal preparation room hurried forward and asked.

The chef wearing a hat glanced at Yang Yitian and said nervously, "Are you sure there is something wrong with the porridge?"

Yang Yitian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said deeply: "What do you want to say?"

The chef wearing the hat secretly gritted his teeth, picked up the lean meat porridge on the sideboard without saying a word, and rushed to the kitchen sink, intending to pour it in and wash it away with water.

However, as soon as he ran to the sink, before he had time to fall down, the hand holding the porridge was firmly grasped.

"You, do you want to destroy the evidence?" Yang Yitian's voice was cold, and he grabbed the chef's hand and increased his strength. The sound of bone cracking and wailing suddenly resounded in the preparation room.

"Ah! Let me go." The chef in the hat begged Yang Yitian miserably, and let go of his wrist.

Yang Yitian forcibly brought back the lean meat porridge, and immediately slapped the chef on the face, sending him flying away, hitting the dish cabinet, and splashing all over the floor.

"Gudong!" Seeing this, the other chef swallowed in horror, turned around and wanted to run away, looking for someone to control Yang Yitian.