The supreme master of the female president

Yang Yitian didn't stop him, because this was exactly what he wanted, and the bigger the mess, the better. He wanted to see where did the chef surnamed Zhao come from, who dared to extend his black hand to his daughter.

Jiang Xinyao was a little worried, she pursed her mouth lightly and looked at Yang Yitian, and asked in a soft voice: "My husband, is there anything wrong?"

"It's fine with me here!"

Yang Yitian smiled softly, but in his heart, there was a lot of confusion and incomprehension. He had never offended anyone surnamed Zhao, and the method of poisoning the porridge was too stupid. His enemies were all Cunning and vicious characters usually hibernate very deeply, and once they make a move, they are fatal. Such low-level tactics should not appear.

After contemplating the deduction for a long time, but without the slightest clue, Yang Yitian stopped thinking about it, as long as the chef who cooks the porridge arrives, he has plenty of ways to make him speak.

A few minutes later, there was a loud turmoil outside the train's pantry, followed by a group of people in kitchen uniforms, as well as security officers and crew chiefs.

"It's him. It's him who beat someone!" The escaped young chef, hiding in the dense crowd, pointed at Yang Yitian and shouted nervously.

The flight attendant was a middle-aged man, he was in charge of safety, he stared at Yang Yitian seriously, and asked displeasedly, "Why did you beat someone?"

Yang Yitian was fierce, with dark and dark pupils, he met the crew chief's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's ridiculous, the chef of your train poisoned my daughter's porridge, and now you are asking me why?"

"Poisoning?" Hearing this, the crew chief's expression changed. He had been in office for several years, and it had never happened once. Why did it suddenly explode.

"Do you have evidence?" The flight crew chief asked calmly. This matter can be big or small. If it is not handled well, the higher-ups will definitely investigate it, and the person in charge of safety will bear the brunt.

"This bowl of porridge is my evidence!" Yang Yitian put the lean meat porridge he had snatched back in front of the crew chief, his eyes were extremely cold.

Looking at the steaming lean meat porridge, the crew chief frowned, looked at the young chef hiding next to him, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on here, who cooked the lean meat? Porridge?"

"It's Sous Chef Zhao. Xiao Fan went to look for him just now, but he didn't show up." The young chef didn't dare to hide anything, and took the chef wearing a hat back and snatched Yang Yitian's porridge, intending to throw it into the sink and wash it away Everything has been said.

I heard that the flight attendant's face was very ugly. As a smart person, he had guessed something, that is, the chef named Xiao Fan was probably helping to destroy the evidence, which was enough to prove that there was something wrong with the porridge.

"Go and call Zhao Jian over!" The flight attendant cursed secretly, looked at the security officer next to him, and motioned him to bring Zhao Jian here and explain to him what was going on.

"Okay!" The security guard on the train left in response.

The crew chief picked up the lean meat porridge and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he couldn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but frowned.

"If the porridge is really poisonous, I will give you a satisfactory explanation. Otherwise, you beat someone and slandered our chef, causing bad consequences. You must be responsible for it!" The crew chief said solemnly.

Yang Yitian was expressionless, and came to Jiang Xinyao, showing a tender smile, and said, "Honey, I'll make you some noodles when you get home!"

"Yeah!" Jiang Xinyao smiled softly.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the security guard on the train came back, accompanied by a man with dark skin.

"Honey, it's the porridge he cooked for me!" Jiang Xinyao whispered next to Yang Yitian.

"Okay, I see!" Yang Yitian nodded calmly, staring at the dark-skinned man with sharp and deep eyes, releasing a chill.

"Zhao Jian, someone said that the porridge you cook is poisonous, what do you have to explain?" The flight crew leader had a straight face. Zhao Jian was the assistant chef in the pantry, and he not only knew each other well but also had a good relationship.

The dark-skinned Zhao Jian didn't panic at all, but said angrily, "Nonsense, how could the porridge I cook be poisonous? What's the evidence?"

"Sous Chef Zhao is right. You can't tell that he has been poisoned just by serving a serving of porridge. Besides, I think this bowl of porridge is delicious, but you have never eaten it. How dare you conclude that there is something wrong?" the crew chief asked. eyebrow road.

"Hehe." Yang Yitian's smile was very cold, pointing to the steaming bowl of porridge, he said with a playful smile: "If you drink it, then I believe it is not poisonous!"

Zhao Jian's eyes shrank violently, but he quickly concealed it, walked forward in two steps and said calmly: "Is it because I ate it, and if you don't get poisoned, you will apologize to me?"

"Apologize?" Yang Yitian sneered. There are countless forces in this world, even if they can cover the sky with one hand, still no one dares to ask him to make amends.

"That's right, if I drink this bowl of porridge and there is no sign of poisoning, you can kneel down and apologize to me. If it is really poisonous, I will do whatever you want, and you can hand me over to the Ministry of Punishment!" Zhao Jian raised his chest, Said without fear.

"Interesting!" Yang Yitian smiled charmingly, stretched out his hand to gently caress his daughter's little face, and said lightly: "Do you know it in your heart, and when I get off the train, I will send it directly to the test and I will know the result. What are you betting on?"

Hearing Yang Yitian's words, Zhao Jian's eyes sank, and he clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves. He was clearly sure of himself.

The crew chief next to him noticed something was wrong, and gave Zhao Jian a wink, signaling him not to make a fuss here, and to drink this bowl of porridge as soon as possible.

"Okay, you are honored guests, and I, Zhao Jian, am a small person, so I have no right to admit it!" Zhao Jian took a deep breath, and in front of Yang Yitian and everyone, he picked up the bowl of lean meat porridge, gurgling drank it down.

Yang Yitian's eyes narrowed into a line. Although Zhao Jian drank the bowl of porridge with a normal face, he still would not doubt his own judgment.

Zhao Jian took two sips, finished the lean meat porridge, threw the plastic bowl into the trash can, wiped off the water from the corner of his mouth, and snorted angrily, "Are you satisfied this time?"

"Okay, since you've already drank, maybe my judgment is wrong!" Yang Yitian didn't say anything more, and took Jiang Xinyao's slender plain hand, and walked out of the meal preparation room.

Those security officers wanted to stop them, but the crew chief waved his hand to stop them and let Yang Yitian and Jiang Xinyao leave.

"You all go back to work, I have something to talk to Sous Chef Zhao!"

After Yang Yitian left, the crew chief called out all the people present, leaving Zhao Jian alone, and pointed at the chef who was knocked out by Yang Yitian's slap, and continued, "Take him away too!"