Chapter 5 — Mother-in-law Tests Daughter-in-law's Heart

“How does it taste?” Ninh Uyen slowly swallowed. It felt like a layer of small thorns had scratched through my throat. "It's okay." Ton Que Phan's eyebrow twitched. "I told you, homemade is still the cleanest." Ninh Uyen picked up the second piece. She doesn't eat fast. Each bite is like putting a fire in the body. Lips begin to feel tingly and numb, spreading inch by inch. She picked up the glass of water and took a small sip. Water cannot contain that smell. Ton Que Phan stared at her for a long time, as if he couldn't wait for the desired reaction, the smile on his face slowly became relieved. "Eat more." Ninh Uyen nodded. "Yes." The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one. She said nothing. Ton Que Phan did not advise further. The pot in the kitchen was still simmering, the second batch of dumplings was floating on the water. Ninh Uyen's phone lit up again. Tran Nghien sent a text message: *I'm on my way, in twenty minutes.* Ninh Uyen saw, but didn't reach out to pick up the phone. She was afraid that as soon as she touched the phone, her hands would shake. Ton Que Phan also saw that text. She stood up to take out the second batch of dumplings, her tone much happier than before. "Look, don't you eat very well?" Ninh Uyen raised her eyes to look at her. "Mom, do you hope I don't eat well?" Ton Que Phan's face changed: "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing." Ninh Uyen picked up the last piece of dumpling. Her lips had begun to swell, and when she spoke, it felt a bit unnatural. Ton Que Phan stared at her lips, his eyes slightly narrowed. Ninh Uyen swallowed the last dumpling and put down her chopsticks. The disk is empty. Her stomach churned, her fingers were cold. Ton Que Phan looked at the empty plate and suddenly burst out laughing. At first it was just a short laugh. Then, as if she had been holding back for a long time, she laughed so much that her shoulders shook. "Oh my god, I already told you." Ninh Uyen still sat still. Ton Que Phan patted the table, his voice both crisp and loud: "What allergy, it's all pretend!" Ninh Uyen's eyelashes trembled slightly. Ton Que Phan laughed even harder. "Look at you, you've eaten the whole plate, you don't see anything wrong with you." "Young people these days like to make jokes, using their allergies to scare people." "I tried it today and it immediately came out, right?" Ninh Uyen looked at her. The feeling of swelling and pain in the lips became more and more obvious, and the depths of the throat also began to tighten. But she still asked a very light question: "So there are chives inside, right, Mom?" Ton Que Phan's laughter suddenly stopped. At that moment, the sound of the lock rang. Tran Nghien pushed the door and walked in, still holding the car keys in his hand. He saw the empty plate on the table, then looked at Ninh Uyen's pale face, his steps suddenly stopped. "What did you two say just now?"05 The living room was quiet, only the sound of the door slowly closing. Tran Nghien stood at the mysterious gate, his shoes had not yet changed, his eyes fell on Ninh Uyen's lips. That swelling was very visible. The upper lip was unusually red, the edges of the lips were shiny and shiny as if they had just been doused with boiling water. His face immediately sank. "What did you eat?" Ninh Uyen wanted to open her mouth. But his throat felt like it was being slowly squeezed by a hand, the sound coming out was very light. "Dumplings." Tran Nghien looked towards the dining table.