The sky in Echeng was filled with clouds and mist, as if black rain was about to fall.

Zhang Zixiao was carrying a small piece of pork and rushing home anxiously.

He is a resident of an ordinary small town. He studied for several years in his early years, inherited his father's legacy, and returned to the town to become a doctor.

Doctors these days can be considered a high-level profession.

Even if they only opened a small clinic, their Zhang family's life would be considered prosperous.

However, the good times did not last long, Zhang Zixiao became addicted to gambling, and his family's financial situation plummeted.

His father was so angry that he fell ill on the spot. His poor medical skills could not support the entire medical clinic, so he could only rely on his mother, who was working as a farmer, to make ends meet.

To make matters worse, Zhang Zixiao's mother contracted dancing disease and was beaten to death by Huang Er.

When he went to claim the body today, he received burial money from the county magistrate.

So he went out to buy a small piece of pork and planned to take it home to his seriously ill father and poison him.

"Dad, I'm back."

Pushing open the moldy old wooden door, Zhang Zixiao glanced at his father's bedroom with a guilty conscience.

"You're back...have you found your mother?"

Zhang Zhiwu stood up holding on to the window eaves and stuck his head out tremblingly.

The room was full of dust, chairs and rags were thrown randomly on the floor, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a while.

"No...not yet. Don't move. I'll make you something to eat."

After confirming that he was still as weak as usual, Zhang Zixiao walked into the kitchen.

In order to pay off gambling debts, I sold everything I could sell at home, leaving only a pot and a crock pot in the kitchen.

The only valuable thing left in their family is the land where the medical center is located.

It's just that Zhang Zhiwu hid the land deed of the medical center, and he couldn't find it. After killing Zhang Zhiwu, not only could he inherit the medical center reasonably, but he would also have one less person to eat in his family. It could be said that he killed two birds with one stone.

"call……"

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Zhang Zixiao put the already slightly black wheat into the jar and heated it up, then took up a pot and started frying the pork.

The steaming heat rose quickly, bringing with it a faint aroma of meat and a slight burnt taste.

Zhang Zixiao quickly added some water and salt, and then prepared to put arsenic in it.

At this moment, a face with sunken eyes and no color suddenly appeared behind him. The rotten teeth were less than five centimeters away from his neck, as if they were about to bite him at any time!

"Ghost!!!"

Zhang Zixiao was so frightened that he jumped up and threw the paper bag containing arsenic in without even opening it.

Turning his head, Zhang Zhiwu smelled the burnt smell and wanted to go into the kitchen to help.

"Son, can you do it?"

"Go away, go away!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He quickly put down the spatula, turned around and pushed him out: "You don't have the strength to hold the spatula anymore, so don't cause trouble. Go and wash the dishes. I'll be fine soon."

"Yes, it's poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu said with difficulty.

"What's poisonous?!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart pounded.

Could it be that he was discovered?

"Meat... will spoil if it's burnt and is poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu warned.

"I know, I know, wait for me outside."

Zhang Zixiao felt relieved. After pushing him out, he ran back in such a hurry that the paper bag almost melted.

"Damn it!"

He couldn't help but curse, clumsily picked up the shredded paper, and then added half a spoonful of salt to cover up the smell.

This process was not smooth, but after all, we were making soup, so it was pretty sloppy.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Zhiwu was staring at the table with a dull expression on his face, as if he was asleep.

Zhang Zixiao pursed his lips, took two seconds to adjust his expression, and walked into the house with the soup.

"Haha, hahahahaha, here comes the broth."

The steaming soup was placed on the table. He picked up his father's bowl and filled a full bowl.

"Don't you want soup?"

Zhang Zhiwu slowly raised his head and asked in a tired tone.

"I'll eat first and then drink after I finish."

Zhang Zixiao made a random excuse and served himself a bowl of rice, keeping his eyes on Zhang Zhiwu's hands.

"This... so much meat..."

When he fished it out with a spoon, he pulled out three pieces of meat, which surprised Zhang Zhiwu.

Their family has not eaten meat for half a month. The last time they ate meat, it was just a few small pieces of diced meat.

How much does it cost for so much meat?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwu was a little reluctant, took out all the meat and put it all into Zhang Zixiao's bowl.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Zixiao became nervous.

"I'm old, and eating meat is a waste. I'll give it to you." Zhang Zhiwu shook his head.

"This... this can't be done. I bought it specially for you, how can I eat it?" Zhang Zixiao said with a smile.

This stuff is not fun to eat, it will kill people.

"I can just drink soup..."

Zhang Zhiwu smiled, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed, feeling very pleased.

He blew the soup in the bowl gently and took a sip, but his expression soon changed.

"Bah, it tastes so bad..."

Zhang Zhiwu frowned and spit out the soup in his mouth.

"I really..."

Seeing him drink it, Zhang Zixiao just breathed a sigh of relief.

This vomiting completely made him anxious, and he slapped the table directly: "I worked so hard to make this? You just vomited it on me, do you know how expensive this meat is?"

"Ah...yes, it's broth...but it smells weird...I'm so sick...do I have a taste problem..."

Zhang Zhiwu breathed heavily, his eyes suddenly became cloudy, he tremblingly picked up the soup bowl and forced himself to drink it.

"Slow down, Dad."

Seeing Zhang Zhiwu in pain, Zhang Zixiao suddenly couldn't bear it and stepped forward to gently caress his back to prevent him from choking.

After all, this is his father, so he can be considered filial by letting him have a good meal before he dies.

"It tastes so bad..."

Although he had finished the bowl of soup, Zhang Zhiwu still couldn't accept the taste.

"Next time, next time it will be delicious, eat meat."

Zhang Zixiao took the meat back and tried to comfort him.

Unable to refuse, Zhang Zhiwu ate the meat and soon felt unbearable abdominal pain.

toxicity,

It's happening!

"It hurts...Son, my stomach hurts..."

Zhang Zhiwu collapsed, holding his stomach and wailing on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, the pain will stop soon..."

Zhang Zixiao stepped forward and hugged Zhang Zhiwu, with an almost morbid ecstasy on his face.

As long as he dies and sells the clinic to the Huang family, he will be able to eat meat this month!

"Is anyone there?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Damn! Why is it happening at this time?!"

Zhang Zixiao was startled. He was about to get up and turn off the light when he saw a person squatting at his door.

With that decent dress and serious appearance, isn't it the Mr. Mo who dominated Huang Tianlin during the day, or who is it?
To be continued...