After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

A drizzle of rain floated down from the gray-blue sky, hitting the bluestone floor and sinking silently into the cracks.

The willow branches in front of the door hung vertically, dancing happily in the wind.

Yun Moshu opened her eyes and was stunned by the ancient colors she saw.

"Aren't you the new disciple that Lao Ning accepted a few days ago? What's your name, Yun... Yun... Xiao Yun? What are you doing sitting outside? Did your master scold you?"

The woman in gray clothes had a woven basket on her arm, and there was a circle of yellow-brown mud on her cloth shoes.

When she saw her come back to her senses and look at her, she took out a few mulberries from the bamboo basket with a smile and put them into her palm.

"That's how Lao Ning is. He made a name for himself by cooking in fancy ways. He has a bad temper, but he has a good heart. These are ripe wild mulberries from the mountain. Take them and have a taste. Be happy and don't take his words to heart."

"Thank you...thank you."

Her familiarity made Yun Moshu a little at a loss.

She concealed her doubts, smiled and held the wild mulberries in her hand, but did not intend to eat them.

Being in an unfamiliar place, she would rather assume the greatest malice towards a stranger, even if the person looks friendly enough to make her let down her guard.

Yun Moshu rolled her eyes, rubbed her forehead with her hand, sighed helplessly, and asked tentatively: "I've been in the wind for a long time, and my head is a little dizzy. Auntie, has my master Ning Baiyang always been like this?"

"He always does."

Ning Baiyang, it’s really Ning Baiyang.

Yun Moshu was stunned. Isn't this a character in the book?

How did she appear here? And become his apprentice?

Yun Moshu was confused.

Ever since she woke up, she felt that there was something strange around her.

First he came back to life from the dead, then he was transported into a book, and each incident became more outrageous than the last.

"Although the weather has warmed up a lot, it's still a bit cold when it rains. You'd better go back to the house quickly. If you catch a cold and have a fever, it will cost you a lot of money."

Yun Moshu smiled and nodded. After everyone left, she prepared herself mentally, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Walking through the courtyard and into the main hall, I saw a thin old man squatting on the ground with half of his arm exposed. The veins on his hands were bulging. He did not look up when he heard the noise, but was pounding something in a stone mortar.

There is only one person in the room, and he must be Ning Baiyang.

Yun Moshu stopped and stood in front of the door. After a moment of contemplation, she respectfully and carefully called out, "Master?"

Ning Baiyang said nothing and continued with what he was doing.

When Yun Moshu was standing there uncomfortably and couldn't help feeling embarrassed, he finally gave her a look.

“If you want to be an irreplaceable chef, you must first be able to smell the food and be able to tell what’s in front of you with your eyes closed.”

He stopped what he was doing and waved at her with satisfaction.

"You are very good, as you are calm and indifferent to the spicy smell of the peppercorns in my hand."

Yun Moshu scratched his head, his face slightly red.

Does she have a talent for cooking?

"Master, what do I need to do now? Should I get familiar with the ingredients first?" Yun Moshu asked interestedly.

She couldn't find a way to get back on, and since she had no worries, it would be nice to learn something here.

Yun Moshu quickly accepted the reality.

Ning Baiyang's gaze stayed on her face for a moment and shook his head.

"Your face is pale, your eyes are dull and bloodshot, there is blackness under your eyes, and your hair is tending to move upwards. You are not getting enough blood and your kidneys are having problems. You need to take care of your body first."

"Master, can you still treat illnesses?"

Yun Moshu quickly covered her bald forehead.

She has been suffering from insomnia and dreaming a lot recently, and she has lost a lot of hair. Can you even see this?

"One thing can do anything. There are thousands of chefs in the world. I have become famous for my food. I have my own unique way of doing things."

"Master, you are so amazing!"

Yun Moshu applauded and was full of admiration.

Ning Baiyang straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, coughed slightly, and said seriously: "Don't be proud and complacent. You must know that there are people outside of you, and there are heavens outside of you. When you live in a certain place, it is easiest to lose sight of yourself."

"That's what the master taught me."

Yun Moshu responded obediently.

From then on, her career of keeping healthy and learning cooking began.

Ning Baiyang's teaching is quite contradictory.

Because he is both a doctor and a chef, he is extremely strict in cooking. He is very pious about every piece of food and does not allow her to put in any incompatible ingredients. He strives to ensure that the ingredients are safe and taste great.

This is his way as a chef.

On the other hand, the cooking methods and ingredients are extremely casual, using whatever is available, and there is no particular emphasis on dosage.

Yun Moshu suffered a lot from this.

She didn't need to cook for herself when she was at the Yun family. Occasionally, when she felt like going into the kitchen, she would follow the video step by step and use a scale to weigh the seasonings.

The ingredients and seasonings were all bought ready-made. She just stir-fried or boiled them in a pan. It wasn't very delicious, but it was still eatable.

The day Ning Baiyang asked her to show her cooking skills, she was quite proud and thought she was a good cook.

Unfortunately, when he ate it, he criticized it as worthless and cursed her for making shit that even dogs wouldn't eat.

Later she found out that in pursuit of the ultimate beauty of ingredients, Ning Baiyang was almost able to grow them himself in the fields.

His seriousness about eating made her gradually realize that the master was only scolding her and not kicking her out of the house, which was already a light punishment.

Yun Moshu closed her eyes to touch the ingredients every day, and opened her eyes to busy herself in front of the stove. Three years passed in a flash.

The early spring of the fourth year was also the season when she first came.

Ning Baiyang threw a bag to her and said, "I have taught you what I can. The rest is up to you to figure out."

"Master?"

Yun Moshu was stunned. Was he going to chase her away?

"You can't stay in one place forever, and you can't imitate me your whole life. It's time for you to leave."

Ning Baiyang stood on the steps, looked down at his disciple with tears in his eyes, and turned his back cruelly.

Yun Moshu felt that their fate as master and disciple had come to an end.

She threw back the hem of her skirt, knelt on her knees, and kowtowed to him three times.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. I am leaving now."

Yun Moshu turned around decisively and walked towards the gravel road she had walked on for three years, away from this place.

She traveled for two years, saw things she had never seen before, and tasted many delicious foods. As time went by, the resentment deep in her heart slowly dissipated along with the mountains, rivers, and streams.

There are so many beautiful things. Why should she let the Yun family trample on her true love? Wouldn't it be better to enjoy the happiness brought by all things?

Yun Moshu walked and stopped, taking things as they came.

Before winter came, she seemed to have sensed something and stopped wandering, and followed the caravan back to the familiar little village.

The road hasn’t changed, and neither have the people.

It’s just that Ning Baiyang’s usual sitting position was moved from the main hall to the stone pier in the courtyard.

He heard footsteps outside the door and once again couldn't help but look up.