Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 73: The food tastes remarkably similar to my stepmother's cooking.

Jiang Liwu nodded. "Okay, I'll come again tomorrow."

Lin Qingwan's expression became unnatural for a moment, and her eyes widened slightly.

But it's hard to go back on one's word, so she could only smile and give a friendly "Mmm".

Lin Qingwan was waiting in front of the private elevator on the high floor. From an angle where Jiang Liwu couldn't see her, she was about to throw the insulated container into the trash can.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Secretary Chen hurriedly came out. When he saw Lin Qingwan, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took the two thermos containers from her hands. He was a little puzzled as to why Lin Qingwan had brought two thermos containers this time, but he didn't care. He quickly re-entered the elevator without waiting for Lin Qingwan. Before entering the elevator, he subconsciously looked up, and it was in this glance that he caught a glimpse of Jiang Liwu, who was just leaving.

Secretary Chen was quite surprised and thought he had misread it.

However, Jiang Liwu's face is highly recognizable.

Why did Jiang Liwu come here?

A strange feeling crossed Secretary Chen's mind, because he was investigating Jiang Liwu and the information was almost ready.

Lin Qingwan was about to enter the elevator when the elevator doors closed. She was somewhat dissatisfied with Secretary Chen's disregard for her, but she didn't want to take the regular employee elevator, so she had no choice but to press the elevator button again.

The elevator went directly to the area where Si Mocheng was located on the top floor, so it was only a few minutes later that Lin Qingwan successfully boarded the elevator.

Secretary Chen opened one of the insulated containers, took out some porridge, ladled it into a bowl, and placed it in front of Si Mocheng.

Si Mocheng sat in the boss's chair, his face pale and sickly. He had already vomited once when he tried other foods. At this moment, he felt nauseous both mentally and physically, and did not want to eat anything, but his aching stomach was screaming with hunger.

Reaching out, Si Mocheng picked up the spoon. A spoonful of seafood porridge entered his mouth. It wasn't particularly appealing to Si Mocheng, but his stomach didn't feel any strong aversion, and he was able to swallow it.

After a few bites, Si Mocheng stopped, frowning as he felt a bit tired. Lin Qingwan, who was in the office, saw this and gently advised, "Young Master, have one more bite."

This is a unique seafood porridge that she painstakingly developed.

The nannies and maids who tried the food all praised it highly, finding it unparalleled, and Lin Qingwan herself was also very satisfied.

However, her satisfaction is useless; Si Mocheng must also be satisfied.

However, Si Mocheng was not interested, and the porridge he scooped up did not tempt him to eat any more.

In the end, he pinched the bridge of his nose and put the spoon down.

"Mr. Si, your health won't be able to take this," Secretary Chen advised.

Si Mocheng knew this, of course, but he had no appetite right now. Just as Si Mocheng was about to force himself to continue eating, his gaze fell on another insulated container, and he paused for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Secretary Chen immediately opened another insulated container. As soon as he opened it, a handful of warm, rich, and sweet aroma wafted into his nostrils. Secretary Chen was stunned for a moment and unconsciously swallowed.

As he was scooping some of the eight-treasure porridge from the thermos into a bowl, he had an urge to tilt his head back and drink it all himself.

It smells so good, so rich and enticing, it's irresistible. Even though he's already had breakfast, he still wants to eat it again.

"Mr. Si, please try this eight-treasure porridge." Secretary Chen looked at the tempting red porridge and thought that no matter how delicious the food was, Mr. Si would only eat a few bites at most, and it would be a waste to throw it away. So he would eat what Mr. Si left over.

Si Mocheng looked at the eight-treasure porridge in front of him. The steam and pleasant aroma rose up and kissed his face and eyebrows, easing his tired nerves a little. His brows relaxed unconsciously.

Just as Si Mocheng was about to taste the eight-treasure porridge, Lin Qingwan suddenly spoke up to stop him, "Wait a minute."

Si Mocheng paused, his hand holding the spoon still. Secretary Chen asked, puzzled as to what Lin Qingwan was about to do, "Miss Lin, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the porridge?"

Lin Qingwan wanted to say that she didn't make the porridge, but if she did, she would have to mention Jiang Liwu, and Lin Qingwan didn't want to mention other women in front of Si Mocheng.

Anyway, Si Mocheng could only eat the food she cooked, and he couldn't eat anything else. Even if he did eat something, he would usually throw it up.

Even if Jiang Liwu's food were delivered to Si Mocheng, what difference would it make? The result would be the same.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingwan's nervousness subsided, and she smiled apologetically, "No, it's nothing."

Why make such a fuss over nothing? Si Mocheng frowned slightly, but this time he didn't hesitate to put the eight-treasure porridge into his mouth.

One bite stunned Si Mocheng, a strange light flashing in his eyes. Lin Qingwan and Secretary Chen stared intently at him. Just when they thought he was about to spit it out, they saw Si Mocheng calmly chew, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Lin Qingwan's eyes widened, but Secretary Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, a scene unfolded that left both of them in disbelief.

Si Mocheng ate spoonful after spoonful without stopping. After finishing a bowl, he still felt it wasn't enough. Without needing Secretary Chen or Lin Qingwan to help, he added more food himself. He ate very quickly, and his innate nobility kept his demeanor elegant.

What followed was like turning on some kind of mechanism, and he couldn't stop eating until he poured out the last half bowl from the bucket. Only then did Si Mocheng slow down his eating speed.

Before long, he put down his bowl, his eyes and brows radiating a comfortable laziness, completely looking like a satiated man who had eaten and drunk his fill. When he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, he looked like a lion licking its own mane.

A warm, pleasant sensation spread through my stomach, filling my internal organs with a fragrant aroma, and a delicate, wonderful taste lingered on my lips and teeth.

The nausea and vomiting he had felt earlier completely dissipated, and Si Mocheng's previously pale face regained its color. His spirit was visibly fuller.

Si Mocheng looked directly at Lin Qingwan, his voice, now more magnetic and charming after being moistened, "You made this?"

Lin Qingwan's pupils dilated in shock. She clenched her fists and forced a smile. "I did it."

Si Mocheng's eyes showed appreciation, and he said with a slight upturn of his thin lips, "Not bad." It evoked a taste from the depths of his memory, which was surprisingly similar to the food his stepmother used to make.

Originally, Lin Qingwan's cooking only resembled her stepmother's superficial style, looking similar but lacking essence, tasteless yet a pity to throw away. Unexpectedly, she has now captured the essence of it.

You should know that Si Mocheng rarely gives praise, so getting a "not bad" from him means he's very satisfied.

Secretary Chen looked at the empty bucket and felt a pang of emptiness himself. He was even more eager to know what this eight-treasure porridge tasted like. This was no ordinary eight-treasure porridge; this was the kind that even President Si would eat clean!

Coming to his senses, he exclaimed in amazement, "Miss Lin, your cooking skills have reached a new level! This is wonderful! It will be very helpful for Mr. Si's stomach problems. Mr. Si hasn't been able to finish a meal like this in a long time. It's all thanks to you."