The old man refused to open his mouth, but Mingyao wasn't in a hurry. She took a sip of vegetable porridge with the new spoon.

She ate romaine lettuce and bitter melon in front of the old man.

"See, is there no problem?"

The old man finally felt relieved enough to drink the porridge, but he spat it out after just one sip.

Mingyao asked in surprise, "Grandpa, is it because I didn't cook it well?"

"It tastes awful, absolutely awful!"

"Why does this taste just like the porridge sold outside?"

Mingyao was a little flustered: "Grandpa, how about I make it for you again?"

"Just tell me the names of the dishes."

The nanny quickly said, "Sir, this is Miss Su's kind gesture. Why don't you have a few more drinks? We can't let Miss Su's efforts go unrewarded."

Mingyao still brought over the vegetable porridge, sighed, and said, "Let's just forget about it. I'll throw all of this away and make a new one for Grandpa."

"Until I make something that Grandpa likes."

The old man snatched the vegetable porridge away himself, snorted, and said, "Forget it."

He glared at Mingyao, indignantly saying, "Don't think I'm feeling sorry for you!"

"I feel sorry for Xiao Pei."

"If you weren't Xiao Pei's wife, I wouldn't bother drinking your porridge!"

Mingyao beamed with joy, "Thank you, Grandpa! I'll definitely practice my cooking skills when I get back!"

"I'll try my best to cook you a delicious meal next time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion arose outside the door.

Mingyao's heart sank, realizing that something bad was about to happen.

She opened the door, feigning ignorance, only to be met with Wei Ning's eyes burning with anger.

"Su Xueya, how vicious you are!"