After confirming she couldn’t drive Zhao Ting away, Meng Yao simply ignored him. If he wants to stay, let him stay. Bai Su had already finished transcribing from memory the contents of the Miaojiang medical book. Indeed, it was noticeably different from the traditional medical texts Meng Yao had studied. Over there, they used much stronger medicine, and they were very skilled at using poison to counteract poison. It was only after asking Bai Su that Meng Yao understood it had to be used in conjunction with the Poisonous Insect Technique. Just from this point alone, Meng Yao knew it wouldn’t work. She could only pick and choose useful aspects to learn from. "Can you tell me how to break it now?" Bai Su asked eagerly, her wrist sore from writing for so long. "That pill, I obtained it by chance, there was only one." Meng Yao spoke calmly, "I’ve already used it, so I have no idea how to break it." Bai Su looked bewildered, and after a long while, she uttered, "Ah," asking, "How could you fool people ?" "I never said from the beginning that I could break it!" Meng Yao replied. Bai Su thought about it and realized it was true. She had assumed that because Meng Yao brought out the pill, she surely had a way to break it. So she wrote all that for nothing! "I know why you want to know how to break it; you’re worried that if something happens in the future and someone else has a pill, you’ll be in danger. You can rest assured; when someone gave me that pill, they said there was only one." Meng Yao explained. "But maybe that person was lying to you?" Bai Su retorted angrily. "That person is already dead, with no descendants, no relatives or friends." Meng Yao said. The dead system raged in Meng Yao’s mind— [Host, how can you be ?] "Anyway, I didn’t plan to go back to get another pill from you." So dying, it’s nothing. Just one pill, and it’s damn expensive. "I see." Bai Su seemed less angry now, "If that’s the case, I really don’t have to worry about anything." "But it doesn’t guarantee others won’t develop such a thing." Meng Yao added. "Don’t worry, as long as it doesn’t come from you, I won’t blame you." Bai Su generously replied. Meng Yao smiled. This girl seemed clever on the outside, but in reality, she didn’t understand the wickedness of human nature; she was very naive. "What you wrote is useful to me, and I can’t take it for nothing. What do you want?" Meng Yao asked. Bai Su quickly shook her hands, "No, no. To be honest, I share some responsibility in this matter. What I wrote is an apology gift to you and your daughter." Meng Yao thought for a moment, then nodded, "Then we accept your apology." Bai Su grinned, "I’ll be leaving then." It was already quite late, and Meng Yao went into the kitchen. Wen Nuan and Huang Ying were making dinner; actually, Wen Nuan was leading, and Huang Ying was clumsily assisting. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Seeing Meng Yao enter, she spoke bashfully, "Madam, I will make sure to learn the kitchen work well." In the General Mansion, she was the head maid beside the old madam, and although she served others, she also had little maids serving her when she returned to her room. For meals, there were large and small kitchens with chefs and cooks. She was not familiar with kitchen work. Meng Yao took over the task from Wen Nuan with a smile, "Miss Huang Ying, you are used to the old madam’s side. Tomorrow, you should return to serve the old madam. I don’t need someone to serve me here." "Madam, is there anything I’m not doing right? If you say it, I’ll surely correct it." Huang Ying hastily said. "No, no, you’re doing everything well. Without you, renting a house and things wouldn’t be so easy. You know, I’m from the countryside, and we country folks generally do everything ourselves; I’m not used to being served." Meng Yao said. "Then I’ll just help out here." Huang Ying said. The attitude was very firm. Meng Yao couldn’t just chase her away directly, so she thought she would mention it to the old madam the next time she visited her. Huang Ying watched as Meng Yao swiftly prepared dinner, even faster than the mansion’s cooks, and although the dishes weren’t as exquisite as those in the mansion, their taste was excellent. She thought of the second and third mistresses, who sometimes personally cooked things like soup for the old madam to show their filial piety. But their "personal" cooking was merely standing in the kitchen for a while, giving instructions, and at most putting the prepared ingredients into the stew pot. That was considered personal cooking. After setting up dinner, Meng Yao invited Huang Ying to join them, but Huang Ying firmly refused, taking her portion to eat at the kitchen counter. Technically speaking, this was Zhao Ting’s first proper meal cooked by Meng Yao. When he was unconscious, although he ate food made by Meng Yao, he couldn’t savor it then. So, Zhao Ting was a bit excited. It’s not like he hadn’t had good food before; it was just that it was made by someone special. When he was young, he was a prince, with a bunch of people serving him. His imperial concubine mother would occasionally make him some delicate pastries, but only occasionally. Later, after splitting from the palace, he had a crowd of people serving him, with meals and expenses all arranged according to ancestral rules. Then, when he became Zhao Ting, the General Mansion also didn’t lack servants. The old madam, being old, wouldn’t really cook. At most, the mansion’s kitchen would make things that he liked, or rather what the former Zhao Ting liked. Actually, he didn’t like that food much. The former Zhao Ting had a very light taste, but he preferred heavier flavors. The food Meng Yao cooked was exactly to his taste. The toon bud salad with tofu had chili oil added, the aroma of the toon mixed with chili oil was really tasty. The meat porridge was also well-flavored. The sesame cakes were crispy outside and tender inside, layer after layer, with a salty taste. He felt he could eat four or five just by themselves. Zhao Ting actually ate five sesame cakes, drank two bowls of meat porridge, and had most of the side dishes in his stomach. Just how much could he eat! Meng Yao thought that when he was unconscious, the amount she prepared seemed too little. After all, being unconscious, he didn’t feel hunger or fullness. "Ah Yao, your cooking is really good." Zhao Ting complimented. "My mother can make lots of delicious things." Zhao Xiaohua couldn’t help but speak up, with intentions both to boast and to lighten the mood. She could tell her mother was a bit cold. Her father was passionately eager, clearly thinking about her mother. She also verified that in these years, her father had maintained his integrity. So, she was considering giving her father a chance; maybe he could persuade her mother to rekindle feelings? "Xiaohua, no talking during meals." Meng Yao said calmly. "Mom, I don’t recall this being a rule in our house?" Zhao Xiaohua blinked her eyes, asking curiously. "There wasn’t before, but there is now." Meng Yao replied calmly. In this house, what she said went; if she said there was, then there was.