Because Bai Qitian was sleeping soundly, Yang Lan'er and Mu Tingting did not stay long and said goodbye and left after a while.

Bai Xin wanted to stay with Grandpa Bai, so she didn't follow him. Instead, she sat beside Bai Qitian's bed with a thermos lunch box, thinking about other things.

Soon, Grandma Bai came over with a bowl of homemade porridge in her hand.

My wife has stomach cancer and has almost no appetite. She can drink some porridge occasionally, but it is homemade and slightly more palatable. The food in the hospital, even in the VIP room, is the same.

As soon as she entered the room, Grandma Bai saw her granddaughter and couldn't help but smile. She was about to ask something, but she saw that her husband was sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but be surprised: "Xinxin, is your grandpa asleep?"

Because Grandpa Bai snored so loudly that it could be heard outside the door, Grandma Bai didn't react at first, but she didn't have any other bad thoughts.

"Yes, grandma!" Bai Xin smiled sweetly, and immediately whispered about the two good friends coming to visit her, and then described in detail the medicinal porridge in her arms.

"Really?" Grandma Bai's eyes lit up: "The medicinal porridge is so effective?"

"Yeah, grandpa just finished eating and said he wanted to sleep. But he can't eat too much at one time. He can eat once every two hours." Bai Xin covered her mouth and smiled, as if she thought of Grandpa Bai's greedy look.

Hearing this, Grandma Bai immediately put the porridge in her hand into the cold palace and ignored it, just staring at the food box in Bai Xin's arms.

The grandparents were talking happily when Bai's father and mother appeared. After listening to the whole process, they were surprised and happy, but then they were silent for a while. They called Grandpa Bai's attending physician, who was also an acquaintance of the family, and took some medicated porridge for testing.

Seeing his unhappy daughter, Dad Bai said comfortingly, "Xinxin, we are not doubting your friend, but we want to know what is added to this porridge and how much it will help grandpa's condition. Your great uncle just said that grandpa's condition is quite good, and there is almost no sleeping pills at all. If you take this porridge regularly, it will save grandpa a lot of pain."

Bai Ma kept nodding her head, indicating that they really didn't think much about it.

Bai Xin's face was not very good: "Want to know what's added to the porridge? Isn't that just peeking at Lan'er's secret recipe?"

Don't think that she didn't see the bright eyes of Uncle Zeng when he knew the whole story. Although there was no greed and desire, he was just one step away from asking her for the detailed prescription.

Nowadays, the so-called secret recipe that is so effective is inestimable.

Mr. and Mrs. Bai were a little embarrassed. In fact, they really didn't peek at the secret recipe. It was just that Zeng Ji was Mr. Bai's best friend. After discovering this porridge, they were amazed and thought it was a miracle in the treatment of cancer. They even thought they could find a way to completely cure this terminal illness.

Bai's father and mother didn't think much about anything else, and Zeng Ji wasn't doing it for any medical reputation. He was simply so excited that there was hope for a cure for this terminal illness.

Zeng Ji is an expert in cancer. He has been committed to research in this area for most of his life and has many patients under his treatment. Now he suddenly sees a glimmer of hope and has not thought about whether to peek or not.

Bai Xin couldn't stop the elders' actions and felt guilty towards Yang Lan'er. She couldn't face the fact that Yang Lan'er had made medicinal porridge for her grandfather with such good intentions but it attracted other people's attention.

Yang Lan'er gave Bai Xin a box of medicinal porridge every day, which was enough for Bai Qitian to eat for a day. She thought Bai Xin would be happy to see the improvement in Grandpa Bai's condition, but unexpectedly, Bai Xin's spirit became worse and worse, which made her extremely puzzled.

After learning about the situation from Mu Tingting, Yang Lan'er sighed, and then invited two friends to drink milk tea, pretending to say casually: "Xinxin, how is your grandfather's illness? Does he still like to drink the porridge? I heard from Tingting that your grandmother's skill in making porridge is quite good. How about I teach your grandmother how to make this medicinal porridge?"

Bai Xin has been suffering from a lot of psychological torture recently. She always feels sorry for Yang Lan'er, but she can't refuse the medicinal porridge that Yang Lan'er cooks every day. She can't ignore her grandfather's illness just to make herself feel better and refuse Yang Lan'er's medicinal porridge. Therefore, the child has a heavy psychological burden.

"Lan'er..." Bai Xin was not stupid. After hearing what Yang Lan'er said, she understood that she knew the situation, and she did not refuse to tell her the recipe.

"Silly!" Yang Lan'er placed Bai Xin's favorite chocolate milk tea in front of her, and then took out a piece of paper from her pocket: "Here, this is the medicinal material needed for the porridge."

"Lan'er, how can this be..." Bai Xin was excited and sad at the same time, feeling that she was taking advantage of the friendship between friends.

Mu Tingting watched the two interacting with a smile, drank her milk tea by herself, and did not interrupt.

Bai Xin actually didn't tell her the details, probably because she was afraid that she would tell Yang Lan'er. In the end, Bai's mother was so worried that she tactfully told Mu Tingting the truth, hoping that she could persuade Bai Xin. She only told Yang Lan'er after Yang Lan'er asked about it.

Reaching out to interrupt Bai Xin's words, Yang Lan'er said slowly: "Xinxin, I envy you very much. My parents are long gone, but the son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer there. It's just a prescription. Nothing is more important than family. Besides, your father and mother really didn't mean to peek. They were thinking about Grandpa Bai's illness."

"But..." Bai Xin was comforted, but she still felt a little troubled. She knew her parents were worried, but she just couldn't accept Yang Lan'er's rare prescription with peace of mind.

"Actually, I have a secret about this prescription." Yang Lan'er saw the crux of the problem and decided to completely dispel Bai Xin's concerns.

Under the gaze of her two friends, Yang Lan'er said slowly, "Actually, this recipe won't be of much use to anyone else."

"Ah?" Mu Tingting and Bai Xin were shocked.

"There is a herb called Red Moon Grass in this recipe. It must be wild to be effective. It is almost extinct now. I have some on hand, which I got from a remote area during my summer vacation. If it is cultivated artificially, it will have almost no effect. But it is a key medicinal ingredient. Nothing else can be missing. Moreover, it cannot be replaced."

Yang Lan'er said this mainly to relieve Bai Xin's burden and let her not have such a heavy psychological burden. But most of them were facts. The only difference was that the Red Moon Grass was not obtained from her travels, but was grown in space, which was better than the wild ones.

"Moreover, in addition to the order in which the herbs are put in, making this kind of medicinal porridge also requires certain techniques. Unfortunately, there is no fixed rule for this technique, and most of it depends on one's own understanding. It can only be understood but not explained. Even if I tell your grandmother to teach her, she may not be able to learn it. I cannot guarantee this."

In other words, it would be useless if someone else took the recipe. Even if the extinct wild medicinal herbs could still be found, no one could say that they could definitely learn the technique.