Song Tan's expression was serious: "Bought in the 90s, but it's just as poisonous." When it comes to poison, whether it's expired or not doesn't affect its chemical stability.
Chen Yuan nodded: "What I mean is... this medicine... ahem, has been opened."
He had just observed the bottle; not only was there no seal on the cap, but the liquid inside was only about half full. The only uncertainty was when it had been unsealed.
Now everyone was a bit stunned.
What does this mean?
Not only is it old poison, but it has also been unsealed and evaporated early?
The crowd of vegetable pickers gossiped their way to the door, refusing to budge. Master Jiang, looking stern with an apron on, stood at the doorway, alongside the gossipers.
At that moment, another middle-aged man came rushing breathlessly to the entrance—
"Mom, haven't you had enough? You won't be satisfied until you've sent the whole family to jail to eat porridge, huh!"
Everyone looked and was stunned—
"Uncle Zhou?"
