"…" Ding Jiayi felt rather aggrieved. She wanted to tell her that she could not possibly have poured safflower oil into the dish by mistake. She had tried to rub her injuries with safflower oil. That was why there was a little safflower oil flavor in the dishes.
Qiao Dongliang looked at Ding Jiayi mockingly. This was their daughter indeed. Ding Jiayi had given birth to such a great daughter. This was just the beginning. In another few years' time when she could no longer move, Ding Jiayi would enjoy even 'greater fortune' then.
Because he had already seen through Qiao Zijin's act and knew that she was heartless, Qiao Dongliang could not even be bothered to get upset at this moment. He simply finished his meal, left his bowl behind, and returned to rest in his room. One was a wife whom he had married blindly, while the other was a daughter whom he had not taught well. He would have to get by with what he had.
