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

He Ya looked nervous and embarrassed, stammering, "Honey... she... she just gave me the prescription, she didn't teach me anything about baking and dehydration..."

"Then why don't you take out the prescription?" Mingyun said.

"Take it out, let me see what's going on." Qin Pinsen held out his hand to He Ya.

He Ya broke out in a cold sweat, walked to Qin Pinsen's side, and said coquettishly, "Honey, maybe we...should go back first..."

Her reaction became increasingly strange.

Qin Pinsen's eyes darkened, and he suddenly snatched the bag she was carrying, quickly opened it, and found a piece of paper.

"Husband!" He Ya tried to snatch it away.

Qin Pinsen pushed her away and unfolded the folded paper.

He Ya's face turned pale, and she silently lowered her head.

Qin Pinsen quickly glanced at the paper and saw that the handwriting was indeed Mingyun's, and it was indeed a prescription.

In addition, the upper part of the prescription lists the specific names of the medicines, and for some special Chinese medicines, it also specifies the year and place of origin required.

Also, the bottom half contains detailed production steps.

For example, some require baking; what is the baking temperature?

Some need to be soaked in clean water first, some in cold water, and some in hot water. After soaking for a certain period of time, they also need to be dehydrated and dried.

Some medicines need to be boiled in a clay pot first, then cooled and set aside for later use. They are then added to the powdered medicine and left to air dry naturally.

Anyway, the process is quite complicated and rigorous, just like conducting a chemical experiment.

The more Qin Pinsen read, the more his expression turned strange.

"How was it? Did I teach her? Wasn't it clearly written in the prescription?" Mingyun said softly. "Young Master Qin, you can also see the reminder text I've underlined in red at the very bottom. That sentence says, 'Be sure not to omit any step, otherwise it may cause serious side effects.'"

Qin Pinsen's gaze swept over the densely packed pharmaceutical process and looked at the bottom of the paper.

There was indeed a line marked with a red line as a reminder.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Mingyun added, "Young Master Qin, you can say I'm greedy, but please don't treat me like a fool. If there really was a problem with the prescription, would I dare to openly sell it to you? Would I dare to let you use a prescription that could potentially cause poisoning?"

"Ya'er..." Qin Pinsen's face tightened, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the prescription. "Did you... not strictly follow the steps?"

"I...I..." He Ya stammered, not daring to look up.

"Answer me!" Qin Pinsen roared.

He Ya was so scared she almost knelt down.

He had no choice but to confess honestly: "I think... well, it's all just grinding raw materials into powder and mixing them together, so as long as the proportions are right, there shouldn't be any problems. Those complicated processes made my eyes blurry, and... besides, I was also thinking that I could help Mom get better as soon as possible..."

Mingyun sneered, "Ha, do you think this is like cooking a dish? Too much oil, too little salt, or even skipping various steps, as long as the dish is cooked, it's still edible. This is medicine! The same herb can have completely different medicinal properties depending on how it's processed! Let alone dozens of herbs combined. That's why I wrote in such detail. Do you think I wrote so many words for no reason?"

At this moment, Qin Pinsen's eyes were practically spitting fire as he looked at He Ya.

He Ya broke out in a cold sweat and said in desperation, "Even so, that...that doesn't prove your prescription is okay! Maybe you're just making things difficult for me! Perhaps even if we follow your steps, it will still end up being...poison!"

"Still being stubborn?" Mingyun raised her wrist to check the time, then said to Qin Pinsen, "Alright, words are no proof. I happen to be free this afternoon, how about we verify it ourselves?"

Without a second thought, Qin Pinsen said, "Come on, follow me to the Qin residence."

Around 1 p.m. that day.

Mingyun visited the Qin residence once again.

It hasn't been long since I left, but it's not short either.

The Qin residence remained the same, but the intangible atmosphere had changed in some way, giving off a hazy and gloomy feeling.

Along the way, we encountered some patrolling security guards and working servants.

When these people saw Mingyun, they were stunned for a moment, and then unconsciously showed their joy and greeted her.

She addressed him politely as "Miss Ming".

She even greeted her first before addressing Qin Pinsen and He Ya as "Young Master, Young Madam," and her tone became listless.

It felt a bit perfunctory.

Mingyun didn't need to ask to guess that things must have gotten worse for these people after He Ya married into the family.

The group went directly to the large kitchen of Villa No. 1.

In front of Qin Pinsen and He Ya, Mingyun processed dozens of medicinal herbs and finally made them into medicinal powder.

It takes time and effort, but you become very skilled at it.

Over the past few years, she has been handling everything from preparing this prescription to cooking medicinal meals for Bai Fengqin by herself, and she has long since mastered it.

The whole process took up the entire afternoon.

As evening approached, Mingyun added the medicinal powder to a cod soup that she had also cooked.

"Alright, take this to your mother." She said, untying her apron.

Qin Pinsen said, "You take a bite first."

Mingyun sneered, "So worried? Your mother has eaten my medicinal meals countless times over the past few years. Otherwise, how do you think her headaches improved?"

"Take a bite." Qin Pinsen was unusually cautious this time.

"Alright then." Mingyun filled a bowl and ate it all in front of him.

However, just to be on the safe side, Qin Pinsen asked Mingyun to go to the hospital with him.

They said they need to have the hospital do some tests to make sure his mother can really eat it.

Mingyun agreed.

Anyway, a little bit of time won't make a difference.

Upon arrival at the hospital, the doctor took a sample for testing and concluded that it contained no components that would have adverse effects on the human body.

Qin Pinsen then let Mingyun bring the cod soup into the ward.

Bai Fengqin has been suffering from headaches to the point of near death lately, and she has lost a lot of weight.

In the past, when she was not feeling well, Mingyun would take care of her, and she always enjoyed it.

During this time, although He Ya took care of her, she always felt that nothing was to her liking.

Now, whenever I see Mingyun, I feel a sense of comfort reflexively.

A smile unconsciously appeared on her face. "Mingyun...you're here! It's been a while since I've seen you. Oh, you made me something to eat again? You've gone to so much trouble."

"Don't misunderstand," Mingyun said expressionlessly, "It's not that I wanted to do it; I just wanted to prove that my prescription was correct. Besides, your son actually paid for the prescription, so consider this my after-sales service."

"Prescription? What prescription?" Bai Fengqin asked, puzzled.

Mingyun then told her about the prescription she had developed for her headaches and how she had secretly prepared medicinal meals for her over the years.

Bai Fengqin was stunned for a long time after hearing this.

Upon closer reflection, it's true that starting from the second year after Mingyun married into the Qin family, her headaches gradually subsided year by year, and she hasn't had a relapse in the past year.

Then recently, Qin Pinsen divorced Mingyun, and his headaches started acting up again.

It turns out... it was this former daughter-in-law who had been quietly making sacrifices behind the scenes.