Most importantly, he had never yelled at her like he did in her past life, nor had he ever made any of those passive-aggressive, sarcastic remarks.

With the matter of selling vegetables settled, Qin Jiao went with Shen Yi to pick out a nice, plump old hen. She then helped him buy some goji berries, dried tea tree mushrooms, and red dates for the chicken soup, along with scallions, ginger, and garlic. Qin Jiao also gave Shen Yi some of the fresh mushrooms she had planned to take home.

Shen Yi looked at all the ingredients and said in a low voice, "Qin Jiao, my mom doesn’t actually know how to cook. I’m worried she’ll blow up the kitchen. Could you come over to my place later and help her out? It’s rare for her to do something like this. She just wants to do something nice for my grandpa."

Qin Jiao was speechless.

In the end, she still agreed to help Shen Yi—oh, no, to help Aunt Du Liya.

Qin Jiao went home first, set down the fresh mushrooms, and said to her mom, Su Yun, "Mom, I saw someone selling these at the market, and they’re really fresh. See if you can use them to make some steamed buns with a pork and fresh mushroom filling. We could try selling them tomorrow morning and see how they do."

Su Yun looked at the tender mushrooms, pinching one to test it. "These are really nice!" she exclaimed. "It’s almost a waste to just put them in buns!"

"It’s fine, let’s just give it a try. I know the woman who sells them, so if they’re good, we can buy more. Since they’re pretty rare, you can set the price a little higher. The other buns are twenty cents each, so we could sell these for thirty."

Su Yun had a lot of faith in her eldest daughter now. She nodded. "Okay, I’ll give it a try!"

"Oh, right, Mom. Aunt Du next door is making something delicious for Grandpa Du, and I’m going to go help her."

"Go on, then."

It wasn’t that Su Yun and Qin Zhonghui were being careless. It was just that after the past few incidents, they increasingly felt their eldest daughter had become mature and sensible. Her foresight and grasp of situations were even better than their own, so now they trusted her completely, no matter what.

They didn’t even take it seriously when Qin Na had previously warned them to make sure their daughter and Shen Yi didn’t get too close.

Qin Jiao, however, was a little troubled. ’I almost wish Mom and Dad had told me not to go or something.’

’That way, I could have used it as an easy excuse to turn Shen Yi down.’

But even though she didn’t want to get too close to Shen Yi, Qin Jiao still wanted to help Du Liya. In her past life, Du Liya hadn’t treated Qin Jiao particularly well, but in truth, she hadn’t paid much attention to her own son either. She was a classic example of a woman blinded by love. Her entire life, right up until her death, had been dedicated to Shen Zhengfeng.

’It’s a good thing she managed to pull back from the brink in time in this life.’

’From a woman’s perspective, I wholeheartedly support Du Liya divorcing Shen Zhengfeng as soon as possible. That way, she can also take the share of the assets that belongs to her and Shen Yi.’

’As for the other half of the family fortune, if Shen Zhengfeng marries Li Xiaomei and then has Chen Feng formally recognized by the family... well, that would be the Shen Family’s problem.’

And from what Qin Jiao knew, the other members of the Shen Family were no pushovers.

But in her past life, Shen Yi had been the main target. The rest of the Shen Family had ganged up with Li Xiaomei and her son to oppose him.

’Du Liya getting a divorce now is, without a doubt, the best way to cut her losses.’

When Qin Jiao arrived, Du Liya was wearing an apron and staring at the old hen with a solemn expression. She didn’t know how to kill a chicken and didn’t have the guts to try. At that time, when you bought an old hen, it was almost always still alive, and you had to butcher it yourself.

Du Liya turned to her son, her voice full of grievance. "Why on earth did you buy a live one!"

Shen Yi was a pampered young master, completely clueless about such things. He hadn’t even known to buy the scallions, ginger, and garlic; he had only gotten them because Qin Jiao suggested it.

He said with a frown, "I’ll do it."

Du Liya looked as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. She felt there was something a little scary in her son’s eyes as he picked up a knife and grabbed the frantically flapping hen.

He gestured with the knife, trying to figure out if he was supposed to stab its belly or something.

Seeing this, Qin Jiao quickly cried out, "Shen Yi, wait!"