From Divorced to Dominant: My Ex Regrets Everything!
Chapter 12 - Frustrated Xu Na – Jiang Feng Ignoring Her Messages?! Lottery Draw: Master-Level Porridge Skills!

Chapter 12: Frustrated Xu Na – Jiang Feng Ignoring Her Messages?! Lottery Draw: Master-Level Porridge Skills!

Xu Na only lasted half an hour before excusing herself, claiming she wasn’t feeling well.

Back home, she stared at the clothes piled on the sofa, irritation bubbling up. How did the place get this messy? Before, even when she returned late, the house had always been tidy, carrying a faint, fresh scent. After a long workday, the chaos only worsened her mood.

“Sweetie! How was the date?” Xu Xiuli trotted out of her room, face masked.

Xu Na frowned. “Terrible. He was ugly, boring, only talked about money, and had zero consideration for others.”

Xu Xiuli blinked. “Ugly? His photos looked decent.”

“Don’t tell me you’re comparing him to Jiang Feng?”

“Let’s be real—how many men match Jiang Feng’s looks? We’re here for the money, remember? That guy’s a successful businessman!”

Xu Na sighed. “But the gap can’t be that huge. Besides, his assets are mostly tied up—not much different from ours.”

Xu Xiuli waved it off. “No worries. If this one’s no good, we’ll find another.”

Glancing at the messy sofa, Xu Na said tightly, “Mom, since you’re home all day, could you clean a little? Coming back to this after work is exhausting.”

Xu Xiuli’s eyes narrowed. “Since when do you scold me?”

“Cleaning’s a hassle. Why not hire a hourly maid?”

Xu Na shook her head. “I hate strangers in my space.”

“Then you do it.” Xu Xiuli huffed. “You think screening your suitors is easy?”

Fuming silently, Xu Na dropped her bag and started folding clothes. Xu Xiuli retreated to her room.

An hour later, Xu Na finally finished, muscles aching. Who knew housework could be this tiring?

Alone in her bedroom, she noted the empty space where her wedding photo once hung—now discarded. Every trace of Jiang Feng and their daughter had been erased.

She grabbed her phone and texted Jiang Feng: How’s Youyou?

Two minutes passed. No reply.

Annoyed, she typed: Could you reply faster?

Then it hit her.

They were divorced. He didn’t owe her a response.

“Ugh!” She stormed off to remove her makeup, vowing to endure more blind dates.

There’s gotta be someone richer and moderately good-looking out there!

8:30 PM

Jiang Feng woke with a start. Youyou lay curled against him, already asleep.

“Youyou.”

“Mmm?”

“Let’s brush your teeth. Sorry, Daddy overslept.”

Clutching his neck drowsily, she mumbled, “No ‘sorry’.”

“Okay. I’ll carry you.”

In the bathroom, he filled a cup and handed her the toothbrush. Half-asleep, she scrubbed with one eye closed. He wiped her face with a warm towel, applied moisturizer, and tucked her back in.

As she rolled over—her back pressed to his leg for contact—he checked his phone.

WeChat notifications flooded the screen.

His mother, Song Jin, had written: Is the little one asleep?

Don’t stress about money. Your dad and I have savings—it’s all yours anyway.

His parents knew about the divorce and supported his decision.

Jiang Feng replied: No need, Mom. I opened a shop. Money’s fine now.

Song Jin responded instantly: A shop? Where’d you get capital?

Just a small place. Low costs. Made thousands today—don’t worry.

Song Jin sighed. To her, this sounded like his usual self-sacrificing comfort. That boy’s always shielding others from his struggles.

We’ll visit once work calms down, she typed.

Sounds good.

Next were messages from Rong Shuang and Xu Na.

He read Xu Na’s but didn’t reply. Clean breaks were best. If she wanted updates on Youyou, she could visit during weekends—no need for him as a middleman.

Rong Shuang’s messages brought a smile:

My roommate’s groaning on the couch after your buns. Now I know how Youyou and I looked.

Jiang Feng replied: Happy to send more if she likes them.

Rong Shuang answered immediately: Only if you let me pay.

Fine.

Get some rest. Early morning tomorrow?

Around 5 AM. You too?

Early shift. See you then. Sleep well!

Rong Shuang set down her phone, cheeks warm. She’d added Jiang Feng for school updates, but this was their first real chat.

Finally, Jiang Feng remembered his lottery draw.

The system offered:

10,000 points: Primary draw

100,000 points: Intermediate draw

He opted for the primary draw.

“Congratulations! Acquired: Porridge Mastery (Max Level)”

“You can now craft the world’s finest porridges.”

Knowledge flooded his mind—countless techniques for perfect viscosity, starch gelatinization, temperature control.

53°C: Starch dissolves, creating silkiness.

Too hot: Over-liquefaction ruins texture.

Low heat + patience = perfection.

Different grains, precise hydration ratios—all crystallized into instinct.

Jiang Feng exhaled, thrilled.

Porridge is high-margin!

200g bowls used just 80g of ingredients. Standard mixed-grain porridge sold for 6 yuan per bowl.

1 jin (500g) of materials (costing 6-7 yuan) yielded 6 servings!

Better yet, porridge was replicable. With his guidance on temps and timing, even average cooks could produce top-tier results—key for future expansion.

Tomorrow: Buy an electric kettle and add porridge to the menu!