บท 489: It Was the Golden Fried Rice That Caused the Disaster

"Qiu Zi, right? Don't cry, I'm Su Jinsi, I believe you've also heard your master say that I'm her disciple. This matter isn't that simple, I'll definitely find out who killed her. Go and see what your master ate today."

Qiu Zi wiped her tears before turning around to find her master to eat something. She found an unfinished bowl of Egg-Fried Rice on the table. "It's a bowl of Egg-Fried Rice."

Upon hearing that, Su Jin Se hurriedly walked forward, "Who sent it?"

I'm not sure about that. When I came back, my master was like this, but my master said that her disciple had returned and he would definitely enter the kitchen again. Miss Su, I've heard of your name before.

After Qiu Zi said this, she kneeled down. Su Jinsi quickly told him to get up. She had never expected that the steward would die. When she walked to the side of the bowl of Egg-Fried Rice and saw it, her expression changed.

"Isn't this …"