Chef Liu cried out in pain.
The dish along with the scalding oysters smashed onto Dongfang Li.
"Insolence!"
Dongfang Li kicked over Chef Liu with one foot.
"What's the matter with you, Chef Liu?"
Feng Ruoyan also stood up angrily.
This damn fool, always causing more trouble than help.
"Ouch, my hand."
But Chef Liu was already in so much pain that he couldn't speak, cradling his right arm.
Everyone looked at his arm and saw that from his right hand to his forearm, it was turning purple and black, as if he had been poisoned.
"This thing is poisoned! How dare the Feng Mansion try to poison me!"
Dongfang Li was furious.
"Seventh Prince, please calm your anger. There is absolutely no poison in the shellfish. What are you waiting for? Go and fetch a doctor immediately."
Feng Zhao'an urged anxiously.
The mansion's physician arrived quickly, but after diagnosing, he shook his head.
"Chef Liu is not poisoned. He is also not ill. This is indeed a strange affair."
