The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

"Master, she's truly a genius!"

After Kong Zheng finished recounting what he had observed, he came to a conclusion.

Across from Kong Zheng sat an elderly man with a kind face, white hair neatly tied back, and wearing a Taoist robe.

This person was Kong Ji, and everyone respectfully called him Master Kong.

Kong Ji stroked his beard and chuckled twice. "It seems she has completely won you over."

Kong Zheng looked somewhat ashamed. "I am indeed not as good as her."

Kong Ji looked at his disciple with a sense of curiosity. Kong Zheng was considered one of the most talented disciples, so it was rare for him to say such a thing.

He asked, "The Yun family of Beijing?"

Kong Zheng nodded. "She said her master's name is Yun Zhenglu."

"I don't think I've heard this name before. Do you know it, Master?"

Kong Ji's expression changed slightly. "Yun Zhenglu?"

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"I heard it very clearly," Kong Zheng said hesitantly. "Master, do you know him? Is he very powerful?"

"That child is actually that old stubborn donkey's apprentice!" Kong Ji couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and paced back and forth a few steps. "What's the child's name?"

"Xiao Jin, her full name is Yun Fengjin."

Kongji immediately made a decision: "I have to go see her."

Kong Zheng's eyes lit up with joy, and he said, "That's wonderful, Master, you'll definitely like her."

"I see her master isn't around either, so why don't you snatch her away and make her your junior sister!"

At this moment, inside the Yun family villa in Beijing.

Xiao Jin suddenly felt an itch in her nose and sneezed.

"Ah-hoo!!"

"You have a cold?" Yun Tianlin looked at Xiao Jin curiously, leaned over, and touched Xiao Jin's head with his small hand.

Xiao Jin blinked, confused. "A cold?"

"What kind of hat is that?"

"It means she's sick," Yun Tianlin withdrew his hand. "Mom, Xiaojin sneezed!"

"Little Jin won't get sick, I'm super healthy!" Little Jin patted her little belly. "Master said that if I eat more, I won't get sick!"

Yun Tianlin looked at Xiao Jin's round little belly, smiled, bent down slightly, and reached out to touch her belly as well. "That's what my grandparents said too."

Yun Mingyue carried the soup to the dining table, looked at the two little ones chatting together, and smiled gently, "Tianlin, did you just call me 'Mommy'?"

Yun Tianlin nodded, pointed at Xiao Jin, and said, "Mommy, Xiao Jin sneezed. Is she going to get sick?"

"Sneezing?" Yun Mingyue put down the earthenware pot, walked over, and touched Xiao Jin's forehead. "Do you have a fever?"

"Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"No, no," Xiao Jin shook her head, her eyes fixed intently on the soup that Yun Mingyue had just made on the table.

Yun Mingyue has recently taken to cooking, wanting to provide Tianlin with some nutrition and also to make up for the maternal love he has lost.

Xiao Jin hugged Yun Mingyue's arm and said sweetly, "It smells so good! Can Xiao Jin try some?"

"Sure," Yun Mingyue said with a smile. "Please sit down and I'll get you some soup."

"Yay!" Xiao Jin and Tian Lin ran to the dining table and climbed onto the chairs one by one.

Xiao Jin waited expectantly. Yun Mingyue first served a bowl to Xiao Jin, and then served one to Tian Lin, instructing, "It's still a little hot, blow on it to cool it down."

Yun Tianlin took the spoon from Xiao Jin's hand, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and said, "I'll cool it down for you."

Although his mother told him that Xiaojin was his great-aunt, in his heart Xiaojin was his sister.

It's only right for an older brother to take care of his younger sister.

Yun Mingyue felt her heart melt at the sight.

She looked at the two of them, then ladled out another bowl of soup. "Tianlin, please take care of Xiaojin. I'll take this soup to your grandfather."

"Mm," Tianlin responded.

Only then did Yun Mingyue feel relieved and leave with the soup.

"Thank you, Tianlin," Xiao Jin said crisply, then took a big bite of the spoon, her eyes sparkling as if welcoming some delicious treat.

But when the soup actually slid into her mouth, her whole little face scrunched up, her eyes narrowed into slits, her little tongue stuck out, and her two little hands kept fanning her mouth.

"Hehehe... Xiao Jin's tongue got hit by the soup!" She made a face, her expression both aggrieved and funny, as if she had just been ambushed by the pork rib soup.

Yun Tianlin looked down at the bowl of soup in front of him, then at Xiao Jin, and sighed softly.

He's the most qualified person in the family to say what level of cooking his mother is.

He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and slowly drank it, his face involuntarily stiffening for a moment.

Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put down the spoon, picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped down the whole bowl of soup.

Xiao Jin was stunned, her eyes wide open.

She clenched her little fists, her expression instantly changing from disdain to admiration: "Tianlin is so amazing! Xiaojin isn't afraid either!"

After saying that, she followed his example, picked up her small bowl, frowned, and drank the soup clean, sip by sip, as if she were bravely going to her death.

The moment the bowl was put down, her little face almost turned into a little bun, her lips were pursed tightly, and her eyes were brimming with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Yun Tianlin handed her a tissue, which Xiao Jin took and pressed to her lips before managing to find her voice: "This soup... it's got quite a temper."

Just then, Uncle Chen rushed over with the chef.

The chef picked up the last bit of soup on the table, took one sniff, and his expression became very complicated. Uncle Chen urged repeatedly, "Hurry up, prepare as much as you can; Miss Mingyue will be down in a bit."

The chef responded and carried the soup into the kitchen, his back view conveying a sense of tragic heroism, as if he were going to war.

Uncle Chen turned his head, looked at Yun Tianlin, then at Xiao Jin, his face full of worry: "Are you alright? Is anything bothering you? How much of that soup...did you drink?"

Yun Tianlin wiped his mouth, sat up straight, and said calmly, "It's nothing. I've finished drinking. I like it."

Xiao Jin sniffled and looked at Uncle Chen pitifully: "Uncle Chen, my little niece has a curse. She's made all the ribs taste bad."

After she finished speaking, she became sad and lay down on the table, as if she were mourning for the pot of pork ribs.

Uncle Chen quickly reassured her, "No, no, Miss Mingyue has just been learning to cook and is still figuring out the cooking time. Don't worry, Miss Xiaojin, I'll have the kitchen prepare it again and bring it up in a bit."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two of them again, still feeling uneasy, before jogging off to the kitchen to check on the progress.

At this moment, in the study.

Yun Mingyue carried the soup to Yun Zhengbang's side.

Yun Zhengbang took the packet, tasted it, looked at his daughter with a complicated expression, remained silent for a moment, and then asked only one question: "Has Tianlin lost a lot of weight recently?"

Yun Mingyue laughed and said, "No way, he's actually gained a few pounds. I cook delicious food for him every day."

After she finished speaking, she sighed first.

"But I also know that I've held him back too much in the past. This time when he came back, I hired a tutor for him to catch up on his missed lessons, so he can go to elementary school normally with his peers next year."

Yun Zhengbang nodded, took a big gulp of soup, and suppressed the taste in his mouth.

Yun Mingyue, oblivious to her father's expression, continued, "Dad, what are your thoughts on Xiao Jin's matter?"

"Yiling International Kindergarten is about to start, and I know their principal well. There are still some spots available in the junior class. I was thinking that although Xiaojin is smart, she is still a child after all. Staying at home all the time and not interacting with peers is not good for her physical and mental development."

Yun Zhengbang put down his teacup, his expression turning serious: "I was just thinking the same thing. This child can't just stay at home."

"Since my elder brother entrusted her to me, I have to take full responsibility. He taught Xiao Jin so well; I can't let her be wasted here."

Yun Mingyue smiled: "Then I'll discuss it with Xiao Jin later. If she's willing, I'll confirm the spot."

As if struck by a thought, Yun Zhengbang's lips curled up slightly: "With her personality, once she gets to kindergarten, she'll probably have all her classmates figured out exactly what to do with each other."

Yun Mingyue laughed, "That's right. I can imagine it too."

After exchanging a few more words, Yun Zhengbang handed the bowl of soup back to him, saying, "The soup is a bit cold. Take it back and heat it up again."

"Okay, I'll serve you another bowl later," Yun Mingyue said considerately.

Before Yun Zhengbang could decide whether to refuse, she took the bowl and left.

Yun Mingyue had only taken a few steps when her phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

She answered the phone, and a male voice that didn't sound very familiar came through.

"Is this Miss Yun Mingyue?"

"Who are you?" she asked hesitantly.

"I am Li Zheng. Do you remember what happened in Shiwan Village last time?"

Yun Mingyue pictured Li Zheng's face in her mind, then glanced at the phone number. "Where did you get my number?"

"What do you want?"

Li Zheng's tone was hesitant and anxious, "I really couldn't get in touch with President Yun, so I asked someone to find your contact information."

Yun Mingyue knew that her brother had been busy with things with Owen recently.

"Do you remember what Miss Xiaojin said in the car last time?"

Yun Mingyue thought for a few seconds and vaguely remembered that Xiao Jin seemed to have told Li Zheng to pay more attention to the safety of his family recently.

On the phone, Li Zheng's voice suddenly choked up, "My unfilial son has gotten into trouble."

"I would like to ask Miss Xiaojin for your help."

I'm begging you!

"I'm in Beijing right now. Please let me meet Miss Xiaojin!"

Yun Mingyue heard Li Zheng sound like he was about to cry on the phone. After a two-second silence, she said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get Xiao Jin."

She walked back to the restaurant and saw Xiao Jin sitting at the table, resting her chin on her hand. She went over and put the call on speakerphone.

"Go ahead and speak, Xiao Jin is listening."

Xiao Jin stared at the phone curiously. "Is it looking for Xiao Jin?"

Upon hearing Xiao Jin's voice, Li Zheng reacted as if he had found a savior, his tone becoming somewhat urgent and distorted:

"Miss Xiao Jin, it's me! Li Zheng! The person who picked you up in Shiwan Village gave you an orange, do you remember?"

"My son's condition is very bad right now. I really have no other choice but to beg Miss Yun. Could you please see me?"

Xiao Jin tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! It's Uncle Orange!"

She quickly frowned again, her little face becoming serious. "Didn't Xiaojin tell Uncle last time not to let your son go to places with heavy yin energy? Especially in the mountains, right?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

When Li Zheng spoke again, his voice was trembling slightly: "Yes, yes. You said that my son's destiny is associated with the Gen trigram, which is connected to the energy of mountains and forests. He shouldn't go into the mountains and should stay in a place with plenty of Yang energy."

"But he didn't believe in this superstition and insisted on going camping with his friends, saying he wanted to see some kind of meteor shower. As a result, something bad happened as soon as they came back."

Seeing that his voice was becoming increasingly strange, Yun Mingyue asked, "What symptoms are you experiencing now?"

Li Zheng said, "He's alright during the day, but he's dazed, his eyes are fixed, he doesn't recognize people, and no matter how you call him, he seems not to hear you. At night, he starts talking nonsense, shrinks into a corner, and goes crazy if anyone touches him."

"She cries out in pain whenever she sees bright light, saying her eyes are burning."

"We've gone through several different local masters, performed rituals, and poured talismanic water, but it's all been useless. In fact, it's only getting more powerful."

As he finished speaking, his voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, "Miss Xiao Jin, I really have nowhere else to turn."

"You already reminded me, I shouldn't have come to cause more trouble, but that's my own son..."

Xiao Jin didn't speak immediately after hearing this.

She sat cross-legged on the chair, her small hands supporting her chin, her dark eyes lowered as if she were thinking about something.