“Pork? Then you have to ask your mother where she bought it.”

Lady Wilson frowned at Hannah and asked in a bitter voice, “Did you go to the black market and buy water-injected pork?”

Hannah quickly shook her head. “No! I watched the butcher cut the meat from the pig with my own eyes, there’s absolutely no problem with the pork.”

Wendy suggested weakly, “What about the flour? Could it be that something was wrong with the dumpling skin?”

Hannah shook her head again. “No, the flour was fine, we ate it in the morning.”

If the problem was neither the flour nor the pork, could it be the chives?

Hannah gaped in surprise and said, “It must be the chives. Maybe there were pesticide residues on it.”

Lady Wilson frowned in disapproval. “No, the chives were freshly cut, that can’t be the problem. Besides, Harold washed them, so he must have washed it all off including the pesticide residues.”

Harold said, “Yes! I washed the chives very seriously, I scrubbed every piece of leaf carefully.”