Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

The large canteen was spacious and bright, and many colleagues were already eating inside. Some were eating slowly and carefully, some were wolfing down their food, and some were gossiping before they even had time to eat.

Seeing Tang Junyao enter with her son, several colleagues quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks, eager to greet her warmly, "Hey, is that your son, Yaoyao? He's so handsome!"

My colleague half-squatted down, reaching out to hug Xiaoyouzi, but respecting her privacy, she first asked for permission, "Can Auntie hug you?"

Another young girl also loves children, asking, "Can I hug you, sister?"

Not long after.

Many people gathered around, and even some of the seniors wanted to hug him. Little Youzi had been well taken care of by Grandpa Ji and the others, and had gained a lot of weight. He was chubby, but that couldn't hide his handsome genes. His long eyelashes fluttered.

Little Yuzu refused without hesitation, "No."

She then hid on Tang Junyao's shoulder, no longer turning her head, as if afraid of being carried away by the aunties and uncles.

Little Strawberry was already being held by a young girl. Tang Junyao apologized, "I'm sorry, this child is a bit shy around strangers, but she'll be fine once she gets used to them."

"It's okay, Auntie won't carry you anymore. This is good, it's safe, you won't be taken away by strangers. Your awareness of safety is pretty good, you're really cool." She didn't forget to give a compliment at the end.

Tang Junyao didn't refute her son's good looks, because he was quite handsome, and excessive modesty would be insincere.

The group found a seat by the window. Su Xue told Guo Guo to sit still and then had Xiao Cao Mei sit next to her. She and Yao Yao went to get the food.

At the dining table, Han Guoguo took out a tissue and said to the two little ones, "Watch carefully, see how Auntie wipes the table. If we want to eat, we have to do things ourselves, understand? Hmm? We have to help Mommy, Mommy works very hard."

Little Strawberry nodded, took a tissue, and started wiping like her aunt. Little Grapefruit, however, remained motionless, completely ignoring Guoguo's attempts to persuade him, as if she hadn't said anything to him.

The more Guoguo looked at him, the more she felt he resembled Ji Hancheng's genes. "Hey, you little rascal, are you trying to act all high and mighty with me? You're not even listening to your Aunt Guoguo anymore."

Little Yuzu's eyes darted around. "Auntie, it's quite clean."

Han Guoguo looked at the already clean table and choked. She had only done this to tell them that they should help each other when eating.

Su Xue and Tang Junyao brought over the dishes, chatting and laughing. They placed two plates on the table, and Tang Junyao turned around to get more, making a total of three plates.

After placing the last plate on the table, Tang Junyao said with a smile, "Don't say you weren't full here. I'll go get more if you're still hungry."

Han Guoguo joked, giving a thumbs up, "Your own cafeteria is so awesome."

Little Strawberry didn't know what it meant, but following her aunt's example, she gave Tang Junyao a thumbs up and said, "Awesome!"

Tang Junyao: "My goddaughter knows how to be domineering, huh? Hehe, eat up, tell your godmother what you want to eat."

Seeing the familiar hot pot combination on the table, Han Guoguo asked in confusion, "Do you have this kind of hot pot every day?"

Tang Junyao took the dishes off the plate, gave the rice to the two little ones, and replied, "Well, it's winter now, so there's bound to be hot pot."

Su Xue bit her chopsticks, squinted her eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and then rested her chin on her hand. "Don't you guys feel like you've seen this hot pot somewhere before?"

Tang Junyao sat down next to her son, picked up some food for him, and told him to eat it himself. "Isn't this the kind we ate at the hospital before? Aren't all of these the same? Is there a difference?"

"Let me try it and see if there's a difference." Guoguo picked up her chopsticks and gave a quail egg to the two little ones, then picked up a piece of tofu for herself. It was steaming hot, and she reminded the children next to her, "It's a little hot, warm it up before you eat it."

Little Strawberry continued to mimic her aunt's actions, slurping the food before stuffing it into her mouth. Little Pomelo, on the other hand, didn't do this at all, letting the food cool in the bowl before using her chopsticks, saving herself the effort.

After finishing a bite of food, Su Xue and Han Guoguo looked at each other simultaneously, then at Tang Junyao, who was feeding the child across from them. "Yaoyao."

Noticing their strange looks, Tang Junyao asked, "What?"

Su Xue swallowed what was in her mouth. "Have you ever eaten at the cafeteria?"

Tang Junyao didn't stop eating and continued to serve food to the two little ones. "Aren't you going to talk nonsense? What am I supposed to eat if I don't eat in the cafeteria? The northwest wind!"

"Have you noticed that the taste is off? It tastes the same as what we ate at the Imperial Hospital cafeteria before. I mean before, not the current cafeteria," Han Guoguo said, revealing her thoughts.

"I've only eaten it twice, or maybe once. During that time, Ji Hancheng would go out to eat with me when he had free time. The taste was about the same." She really didn't pay much attention to it. The dishes she cooked during her postpartum period were similar to this. She thought that all good chefs had the same skills.

The taste is pretty much the same.

Su Xue held up an index finger and shook it back and forth to indicate that it wasn't true. She glanced at her future son-in-law, who was eating heartily across from her, and her daughter beside her, and decided to go to the kitchen to find out what was going on.

Seeing her best friend get up without eating, Tang Junyao knew she was up to something. "You're not thinking of going to the kitchen, are you?"

"Yes, you're right."

Tang Junyao looked speechlessly at her best friend who was about to cause trouble. "Yes my foot! Eat first. Yueyue isn't even full yet. The hot pot is already burnt. People eat more when it's delicious, but you've got your eye on the chef. I really have to admire you."

These words couldn't stop Su Xue, who was full of curiosity. She had already gotten off the stool. Before leaving, she asked Guo Guo to look after Yue Yue for a while. "Little sister-in-law, please keep an eye on Yue Yue for me. I'm going to find out the truth of the matter and I'll share it with you when I get back."

Tang Junyao was worried that her best friend wouldn't be able to find the kitchen door, so she reluctantly stood up. Afraid that Guoguo couldn't keep an eye on the two children by herself, she planned to carry her son to the kitchen.

"Let Lele stay here, I can keep an eye on her. You're not going away for ten days or half a month. I'm a pediatrician, I know how to soothe them. You go and keep an eye on Xiaoxue."

Compared to her two children, Guoguo was more worried about the troublesome Su Xue.

"Okay, Lele, Yueyue can't get off the stool, she can only sit on it, do you hear me? Mom and godmother will be back in a little while."

Little Strawberry obediently replied, "Okay."

"Hmm," Little Yuzu replied casually, continuing to eat her rice and vegetables. She wasn't picky at all, because her dad would get angry if she was.

Han Guoguo stared intently at Xiaoyouzi: Is being aloof hereditary? Will being a warm-hearted person be hereditary in the future?

There were three doors at the kitchen entrance, and Su Xue didn't know which one to open. Tang Junyao's helpless voice came from behind her, "I told you not to mess around, but you insisted on coming. You don't even know which door to open."

As she spoke, she pushed open one of the doors, and a huge, clean and tidy kitchen appeared before Su Xue's eyes. However, her attention was not on the kitchen, but on the chef.

There's more than one chef inside; there are several, some specializing in pastries, others in cooking...

With a smile, Su Xue asked, "May I ask who made this hot pot and sweet and sour pork ribs? They're so delicious, they taste just like my mom's. I'd like to meet the chef."

Tang Junyao: "............." Speechless.

Half an hour later.

Su Xue, as smug as Sherlock Holmes, walked back to the restaurant with an air of superiority, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her.

Seeing the two return, Han Guoguo asked anxiously, "How did it go? Did you solve the case? Is it what we thought?"

"Absolutely. You have to trust a woman's intuition. Who am I, Detective Xue? Please call me Sherlock Holmes Xue."

Tang Junyao gave her a disdainful look. "Just watch her brag."

Su Xue: "Tell me, am I amazing? Didn't I solve the case? I've already said it, my mouth is the best proof."

"Yes, yes, yes, gold-rimmed lips, hurry up and eat, the hot pot is overcooked."

Through their back-and-forth conversation, Guoguo roughly learned that the chef had some inside information. "So, what exactly is the inside information, Detective Su? Tell me more."

Su Xue shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. The two little ones stared at the excited Su Xue, saying, "You two eat quickly."

Then she shared with Han Guoguo, "Let me tell you, this chef used to be the chef at our Imperial Hospital. He was hired when Yao Yao was pregnant, and he left after Yao Yao gave birth. I was wondering why the taste had changed after I went back from maternity leave. So that's the problem. Now Yao Yao is working here, and he's working here too. You think about it carefully."

Han Guoguo: "............"

After a long pause, Han Guoguo finally understood, "So this was all Ji Hancheng's doing?"

Su Xue snapped her fingers. "You got it right! It's Ji Shao's masterpiece. Yao Yao, your husband Ji is quite the secreter. I remember when you were pregnant, you didn't want him to deliver meals to the hospital to keep a low profile. But look what happened, he secretly gave you a chef. I was wondering why the food in the cafeteria suddenly became so much better. It turns out I was thanking the dean for nothing. A few days ago, I even accused the dean of taking the chef home for his own use."

"Shut up and eat already. Even eating won't shut you up." With that, he stuffed a quail egg into the mouth of the incessantly chattering Su Xue.

Little Strawberry covered her mouth and laughed, "Godmother is feeding me."

Because of the egg yolk, Su Xue sprayed egg yolk foam at Tang Junyao as soon as she spoke. Tang Junyao subconsciously turned to the side but still got sprayed. She grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. "I'm really going to beat you to death. Do you want some or not?"

Su Xue continued to tease, genuinely happy for Tang Junyao, "Aren't you happy? Aren't you touched? Aren't you surprised? Aren't you taken aback?"

"Can you take a beating?"

"Just kidding. I know you're as beautiful as a flower in your heart. How old are you? You're acting like a brute. Can't you be a gentle and tender woman like me?" She spoke in a coquettish voice that gave me goosebumps.

As she spoke, Su Xue even made a delicate gesture with her fingers, slowly picking up food with her fingers, behaving extremely elegantly, which made even herself feel awkward.

Tang Junyao, on the other hand, had an attitude of "keep pretending, let's see how long you can keep it up," and her gentle and tender demeanor was completely unacceptable.

Han Guoguo: Su Xue probably has some misunderstanding about four-character idioms.

After lunch, because the two children needed to take a nap, and there were two other children in the family (Su Xue also had a young child), the group went their separate ways.

Even Tang Junyao didn't expect that having Su Xue and the others eat in the cafeteria would lead to solving a case.

night.

Ji Hancheng has been busy since his company recently resumed operations, and he's been coming home late these past few days. After Tang Junyao finished washing up the two children, she hid under the covers to read and recharge.

She heard the sound of tires rubbing against the ground downstairs, then there was silence. The engine must have been turned off. She knew Ji Hancheng had returned.

The door was pushed open a moment later, and she glanced at the man who came in with a gust of cold wind. "You're back. Go take a shower first, and I'll get you some clothes."

"No need, you stay in bed, I'll just take it in." It's strangely cold, I don't want her to get out of bed.

Fifteen minutes later, the man came out in his pajamas. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Tang Junyao patted the bed, gesturing for him to come over, "I have something to ask you."

"Are you being so serious? Honey, I haven't done anything wrong."

Ji Hancheng made a guarantee first.

"What's going on with the chef? Did you arrange it?" Even though she already knew the answer, she still wanted to hear it from him herself.

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng smiled, thinking she wouldn't have noticed. "How did you find out?"

This is an admission that it was his arrangement.

"You might be disappointed, it wasn't me who discovered it, it was Xiaoxue, that foodie, who discovered it, not your wife."

After saying this, Tang Junyao spread her hands, indicating her helplessness.

He lifted the covers and lay down in bed. "I didn't plan to tell you. I just wanted you to eat better. I didn't mean anything else. When you were pregnant, you wouldn't let me bring you lunch, so I had to replace the chef at your hospital."

"And now you've assigned me to the base again. Hancheng, aren't you afraid of spoiling me?"

The man spoke with a straight face and full of confidence, "No, I have the ability. You can do whatever you want."

The topic shifted. Ji Hancheng didn't want Yao Yao to keep focusing on this issue; as long as she was eating well, that was enough. "This morning, the maid said there were a lot of plaster shells and painkillers in the trash can in my godmother's room. It's not appropriate for me to ask about it, so you can take her to get it checked tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll ask about it tomorrow."

The godmother always reported good news and never bad news, never mentioning that she felt unwell, just so Tang Junyao wouldn't worry.