Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

The man's face turned extremely ugly.

He took a step forward, adopting the demeanor of an elder, his tone carrying a condescending reprimand:

"What do you know, you little girl? I'm doing this for your own good!"

Food poisoning doesn't have an immediate effect; just because you're fine now doesn't mean you'll be fine later.

"Get out of here, get out of the way! I'm here today to seek justice for you students!"

"Uncle."

The girl interrupted him; her voice wasn't loud, but every word was steady.

"I am not someone who lacks discernment."

I can judge for myself whether this store is unscrupulous or not.

You've been making a fuss for so long, but you can't even produce any substantial evidence. All you talk about is food poisoning and demanding justice.

Are you here to seek justice, or to extort money?

Zong Wen stood behind Zhang Yifan, excitedly grabbing Zhang Yifan's arms with both hands, his voice low but unable to contain his excitement:

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan, this girl is so cool."

Did you hear that? She speaks so logically.

She's the type who's incredibly protective of her family. Whoever marries her will never have to worry about being bullied outside.

He got more and more excited as he talked, releasing Zhang Yifan's arm and making a domineering CEO gesture:

"I need all the information about this girl in three minutes."

Zhang Yifan rolled his eyes at him.

"Are you here to take an exam or to choose a concubine?"

"Either is fine, there's no conflict."

"You went off-topic in your essay."

"...Could you please stop mentioning essays?"

The man's face flushed red, and he tapped his fingers hard on the table twice.

"Who are you calling a fraudster? Who are you calling a fraudster!"

My son is still in the hospital. His medical record is right here with me, and it says in black and white that he has acute gastroenteritis!

How could this be faked? Me, trying to extort money? Me, using my son's body to extort money? How dare you talk like that, young lady!

"Who knows if your son ate something else?"

The girl wasn't intimidated by his imposing manner; instead, she took half a step forward, her tone remaining calm.

"So many of us have eaten the steamed buns from this shop and we're fine, so why is it that only your child has a problem after eating them?"

Are you sure your child only ate steamed buns from this store this morning? Did they eat anything else?

Could it be from last night? Could it be that you brought other snacks from home this morning? Have you ruled out any of these possibilities?

Upon hearing this, Zong Wen seemed to have been switched on; he darted out from behind Zhang Yifan and stood firmly next to the girl, saying to the man:

"That's right! You said the filling of the steamed buns your son ate didn't match the filling at the shop, so how can you be so sure it was from this shop? You didn't even know what kind of filling the steamed buns were before you came here!"

After saying that, he turned to the girl and raised his eyebrows, meaning that they were on the same side.

The girl glanced at him.

She didn't say anything, but she also didn't refuse his standing next to her.

Zongwen interpreted this look as "a confirmation of tacit understanding between comrades-in-arms".

The man glared at the two students, his hands trembling with rage. "You want evidence, huh? Fine! Fine! You want evidence? I'll show you!"

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a neatly folded medical record, and slammed it on the table, making the chopstick holder on the table jump.

"Look carefully! This morning at 9:40, at the emergency department of the First People's Hospital of the city! The doctor diagnosed him with acute gastroenteritis, suspected food poisoning!"

See for yourselves! My son ate your shop's steamed buns this morning, but nothing else!

What else do you have to deny? You say the steamed buns are fine, then what about this medical record?

You better explain this to me!

The medical record lay on the table, the handwriting messy but still legible, with the hospital's red stamp in the lower right corner, indicating it was indeed issued this morning.

The girl looked down at her medical record, her brows furrowing.

She looked up at the man, then at Zhang Rongshan, her expression shifting from certainty to confusion.

Could this person be telling the truth?

Zhang Yifan stepped forward, picked up the medical record, and carefully read it through.

The First People's Hospital of the city reported an acute gastroenteritis case at 9:40 this morning, suspected to be food poisoning.

Black text on white paper, eye-catching red seal.

He looked up at his father, Zhang Rongshan, who was standing next to the cashier, his face still ashen, but his eyes showed no guilt, only anger and resentment.

He knew very well that his father would never do something so damaging to the reputation of his company.

All the ingredients were bought fresh this morning, and the buns were made and steamed on the spot. Giving them away for free to the test takers is a genuine act of kindness. How could we possibly use spoiled ingredients?

Just then, the shop door was pushed open again.

Three boys in school uniforms walked in, chatting and laughing. As soon as they entered, they shouted towards the kitchen, "Boss! Do you still have steamed buns? We had two at your place this morning, and we'd like to come back for lunch..."

He realized something was off about the atmosphere in the store halfway through his conversation.

His voice grew softer and softer, and he almost swallowed the last "come" as he began to back off.

Zhang Yifan called out to them.

"Did you eat my steamed buns this morning too?"

The boy in the lead nodded, then glanced at the commotion in the shop and cautiously asked, "You've eaten? What happened? What's wrong?"

Zhang Yifan briefly explained the situation.

The boy in the lead stared wide-eyed at the news and shook his head repeatedly.

His companion leaned over and pointed to the medical record, saying:

"Absolutely impossible! We ate two pork and cabbage dishes this morning, and they were definitely fresh."

We often eat at roadside stalls. The dough of frozen buns that are thawed and then steamed is soft and mushy, but the buns at this stall have chewy dough, so they're definitely not frozen.

If the ingredients weren't fresh, would we all still be standing here? We'd all be in the hospital by now!

Another companion chimed in, "Yeah, we came to pick them up around 7:30 in the morning. There were several people lined up at the door, all of them were test takers."

The boss even packed an extra one for each of us, saying, "Good luck on the college entrance exam!"

I ate three, and I'm perfectly fine now. I can even eat lunch.

If it were really food poisoning, would I still have this appetite?

As the man listened to the students talking amongst themselves, the certainty on his face began to waver.

His gaze darted back and forth between the medical record and the students, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his voice clearly lacked the confidence it had before.

"But...but the doctor said it's food poisoning. My son told me himself that he only ate the steamed buns from this restaurant and nothing else. Do you think he'd lie to me?"

When he said this, his tone had changed from questioning to self-doubt.

He looked at the lively boys, then at Zhang Rongshan's frank and unwavering face, and then at his own confident demeanor just now. Suddenly, he felt that his confidence was somewhat lacking.

"But... he really said he only ate steamed buns."

He repeated the sentence, but this time his tone was no longer aggressive; it was as if he were asking himself, or as if he were asking everyone present.