After her plan had spectacularly failed, Xia Yuqing was in an absolutely terrible mood. She had been so sure her demon chef scheme would work. Every piece of research, every drama she had ever seen, pointed to one unshakable truth—if a daughter-in-law couldn't cook, no matter how kind a mother-in-law was, frustration was inevitable.
She never expected her mother-in-law to kick her out over one disastrous soup, but at the very least, she expected some irritation, a small seed of dissatisfaction that she could water until it flourished into full-blown hatred.
But what happened instead? Not only did her mother-in-law not hate her, but the woman had actually praised her. She drank that abomination of a soup as if it was an imperial delicacy!
If she had pulled this in her past life, the Empress Dowager, no matter how patient and gentle, would have punished her immediately. But no, her modern mother-in-law was too good. Too kind. Too tolerant. She was all smiles.
