The employee, chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, had fear written all over his face.
The seemingly trivial amount of food was, in fact, laced with enough poison to kill more than half of those present.
The man's hands began to tremble even more.
Cong Ge eyed him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
The employee swallowed, "I had already eaten in the kitchen before serving, and now I'm... I'm too full to eat."
Following those words, Cong Ge's expression changed.
Yan Wanqing, legs crossed nonchalantly in her seat, fanned herself leisurely with a wicker fan, "Did you eat your fill, or are you too afraid to eat?"
When the employee heard her speak, he shivered all over and immediately knelt down trembling, his bowl and chopsticks clattering to the floor, now dusted and inedible.
He knelt on the ground, "Madam, please spare my life, I couldn't hold them steady because of my trembling hands."
