After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

He Ya was stunned. "Mom, this porridge was freshly made. It's supposed to be quite hot, but I let it cool down a bit before bringing it to me. It shouldn't be this hot, right?"

Bai Fengqin's face turned cold. "Are you implying that I'm lying?"

He Ya then took a bite herself.

The food was warm when you put it in your mouth, but it was perfectly within the normal range; it wasn't hot at all, let alone unbearable.

"Mom, this... isn't hot at all..." He Ya said, feeling wronged.

Bai Fengqin said, "The porridge I drink has to be around 40 degrees Celsius, but the one you brought is probably around 50 degrees. It's scalding hot for me!"

He Ya was speechless for a moment.

With patience, he scooped up a little with a spoon, blew on it, and said, "This should be fine now."

To everyone's surprise, Bai Fengqin looked disgusted and said, "You just drank some, don't give me any more, go and get me a new one."

He Ya almost crushed the bowl in her hand.

He gave a forced, gritted-teeth smile. "Mom, I just can't control the temperature that precisely."

"Why can Mingyun do it?" Bai Fengqin retorted. "The porridge she always made for me was always at the perfect temperature. She has a way of controlling the temperature, so why can't you?"

He Ya, unable to bear it any longer, slammed the bowl of porridge on the ground and yelled, "Mingyun! Mingyun again! If she can do that, go find her!"

Bai Fengqin was stunned.

She couldn't believe that her daughter-in-law dared to smash a bowl in front of her!

That's pretty cool!

She used to like He Ya quite a bit and was able to indulge her a lot. However, no matter how much she liked her, once she became a daughter-in-law, she should act like one!

"He Ya! What do you think you're doing! What do you mean?!" Bai Fengqin trembled with anger. "I liked you so much, helped you become my daughter-in-law, and this is how you treat me?!"

The tone of this sentence conveys both anger and sadness.

He Ya realized that Bai Fengqin had indeed helped her a great deal in becoming Mrs. Qin.

Weighing the benefits for himself and the He family, he suppressed his temper, calmed down for a few seconds, lowered his head and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I... I was a little irritable because I didn't sleep well last night. Please forgive me."

Bai Fengqin's expression softened considerably. "I'll have the maid clean up. You go and cook the porridge."

He Ya was unwilling, but she did as she was told.

I went to the kitchen again and, following the chef's instructions, took a special small clay pot and started cooking the porridge again.

This time, she learned from the chef about Mingyun's usual methods.

It turned out that after the porridge was cooked, Mingyun poured it into a bowl, fanned it to cool it down, and checked the temperature with a thermometer.

Although putting porridge in the refrigerator will cool it down faster, it will affect the taste.

Mingyun really put a lot of effort into it.

He Ya was utterly disdainful of this approach.

In front of the chefs, he said, "That woman is just trying her best to please her mother-in-law. What's the use? She was still kicked out of the Qin family."

That's what she said, but she still obediently followed Mingyun's instructions.

To avoid wasting time and effort again.

Sure enough, Bai Fengqin was quite satisfied when the porridge was delivered the second time, saying that the temperature was just right and the taste was also good.

After finishing the porridge, Bai Fengqin said, "In the past, when I had a headache, drinking porridge would relieve it a lot. No one else's porridge worked. Only Mingyun's porridge was effective. Later, I heard a master who could predict the future say that the effect was not in the porridge, but in the daughter-in-law's filial piety."

"Are you feeling better after you finish the porridge I cooked?" He Ya asked with a flattering expression.

Bai Fengqin rubbed her forehead. "Well... I don't know either. My head still feels stuffy, like there are needles gently pricking it... Sigh, I'll rest for a while longer."

"OK."

He Ya carried the empty bowl and slowly left the bedroom.

She yawned widely, preparing to return to Villa No. 2 to catch up on some sleep.

However, before he had even turned around and taken a few steps, he heard Bai Fengqin's painful screams coming from the bedroom.

"My God! What's going on now?!"

Having no other choice, she quickly turned back and pushed open the door.

Bai Fengqin was seen clutching her head, rolling around on the bed, crying, "It hurts...it hurts so much!"

Seeing her howling and banging her head against the bed, Mingyun quickly called over Steward Yang.

Then it was the same as last night.

It took a lot of effort from Steward Yang and several maids to hold Bai Fengqin down, and they could only let her endure it until the headache subsided.

More than an hour later.

Even Steward Yang was exhausted, and the maids who helped were almost paralyzed.

Bai Fengqin was soaked in sweat, and her face was so pale that no color could be seen on it.

"Why didn't it work...? Why am I still in so much pain after drinking the porridge my daughter-in-law cooked?" Bai Fengqin muttered to herself, then stared intently at He Ya and said, "Could it be... that you're not filial enough?"

He Ya: ? ? ?

What does this even mean?!

Am I not filial enough?

I've been so exhausted since last night, I feel like I'm going to die!

He Ya sensed that Bai Fengqin was completely obsessed with her headache, so she didn't want to argue with her. Instead, she asked, "Mom, did Mingyun put painkillers or something in the porridge she cooked for you?"

Bai Fengqin frowned. "No, because painkillers are no longer working for me."

He Ya asked again, "Then... could it be that some kind of prohibited substance was added...?"

"Impossible," Bai Fengqin shook her head repeatedly. "I have a private doctor who can detect any prohibited substances in my body very quickly, but..."

"But what?"

"I feel..." Bai Fengqin said thoughtfully, "The porridge that Mingyun cooks does taste a bit different from what others cook, and the food she makes for me is also different. Even my chef can't make it taste as good... Even though it's all made in this kitchen, and the ingredients are all the same..."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

He Ya immediately ran to the kitchen to see if she could find out anything.

I asked several chefs, and the answer I got was that Mingyun didn't have any special cooking skills.

This left He Ya completely baffled.

Since the methods and ingredients are the same, why do they taste different? And why can it even relieve Bai Fengqin's headache?

Hell?

He Ya gathered all the chefs together and asked again, "Think carefully, is there anything different about Mingyun's way of handling ingredients? Or is there any difference in other aspects? Any difference is fine, think carefully!"

The chefs racked their brains for ideas.

"Oh, right!" one of the chefs said, "Mingyun always adds a certain seasoning to the food she cooks for Madam. That seasoning is something we don't have here."

He Ya immediately asked, "What seasoning?"

The chef shook his head and said, "I don't know. She said it was her secret recipe. That's normal; we all have our own secret recipes and seasonings, so we didn't ask any further questions."