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

Ning Baiyang was indifferent and refused coldly, "Impossible, I won't help you with this."

"In fact, you don't necessarily have to become a servant of Magistrate Wang's family."

After listening for a long time, Yun Moshu, who had been silent, spoke at this moment.

"Do you have a solution?" Wu Xing let go and looked at her eagerly.

"If Magistrate Wang is truly a filial son, we may be able to negotiate terms."

When the two of them looked over, Yun Moshu explained the solution.

"Madam Wang has a poor appetite. In mild cases, it's a food problem. In serious cases, it's an illness. Illness needs to be treated with medicine. Then we are the doctors. Isn't it easy for doctors to cure the disease, take the money and leave?"

"Besides, the prefect is a wealthy family, so they are definitely not short of talent. If you really don't have a good appetite, we can just give the recipes to them..."

"no!"

Wu Xing's playful smile disappeared from his face, and he sternly rebuked her, "The recipe is Lao Bai's years of hard work, how can you give it away? Don't mention such things again in the future."

"Just calm down! Your apprentice is worried about you, why are you so mad?"

Ning Baiyang slapped Wu Xing on the back, almost making him bite his tongue.

Wu Xing also knew that he was too harsh, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, disciple, I was anxious, and I didn't mean to be harsh with you."

"It's okay, I don't take it to heart."

Yun Moshu waved her hand nonchalantly, "I was just talking nonsense."

After Wu Xing's reminder, she suddenly remembered that in today's world, exclusive secret recipes cannot be passed on to outsiders.

Recipes are family heirlooms. Even if they are passed down to one’s disciples, the teacher has to keep a close eye on them for two to three years, or even decades, before one can safely teach them.

"Okay, I have my own way. Don't worry about it, kid."

Wu Xing waved his hand casually, "Didn't I tell you that I have evidence of the Qian family's crimes? When I see Prefect Wang, he will definitely help us deal with it."

"Are you so sure?" Yun Moshu questioned.

"I heard some comments about Prefect Wang when I was drinking with people in Yihong Courtyard. He has been in office for many years without making any achievements. Some people below him are dissatisfied and want to replace him."

Wu Xing looked up and continued smugly, "The evidence in my hand was given to him for free. He has absolutely no reason to disagree."

"Master, it turns out you had a plan in mind. I thought you had no way out and were going to die soon."

Yun Moshu clapped with an indifferent expression.

"Thank you so much. I just wanted to see you worrying about me and satisfy my little habit."

"hehe"

Sometimes, she really wanted to kill her master regardless of status.

"No, don't you all doubt that I can't cure Old Madam Wang?" Ning Baiyang couldn't help but interrupt them when he saw the two of them arguing back and forth.

"I believe you!"

They both said in unison, without any hesitation.

Ning Baiyang didn’t understand at all why these two people trusted him so much?

It would be fine if Wu Xing didn't doubt him, but why did someone he had only met once have such an inexplicable trust in him?

"I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee success."

"That's strange. Old White, do you also have moments of lack of confidence?"

Wu Xing circled around him as if he were a monster.

"leave me alone!"

Ning Baiyang drove him away, "Let me make it clear in advance that I am only good at cooking. If the old lady has a strange disease, I will have no way to deal with it."

"You don't have to worry about that. Magistrate Wang must have consulted a doctor. If it was really an illness, he wouldn't have made such an effort to find a chef."

After Wu Xing explained, he couldn't wait to ask, "When do we leave?"

"Don't worry, now that you're here, why don't you do me a favor first?"

A gleam of light flashed across the depths of Ning Baiyang's eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly rose into a friendly smile.

after...

Wu Xing and Yun Moshu, each holding a small shovel and the other carrying a sack of seeds, numbly began to farm in the yard where the soil had been turned.

"I'm so angry! We are guests after all, and he treats us like this. Does he have any humanity left?"

While digging the ground with a shovel, Wu Xing complained to Yun Moshu, "I thought if I waved my sleeves and raised my feet, I would get at least ten or a hundred pieces of gold, but he just chased me to farm."

"My Lotus Fairy's whole life was brilliant, but it was all ruined by him!"

Wu Xing squatted on the ground and wailed with his head raised, poking here and there with the shovel in his hand, not daring to relax.

"Disciple, do you think there are bugs in this soil?" he asked again.

Yun Moshu kicked him and urged impatiently, "What's wrong with a bug? It won't jump out and bite you. Hurry up. I'm tired from carrying the bag all the time."

"Apprentice, you have changed."

Wu Xing cried aggrievedly, "Not only have you stopped loving me, you've also learned to beat me."

"Tell me, do you want to commit treason and betray your teacher and ancestors?"

Yun Moshu responded by silently dropping a seed.

"Your silence means you have this idea?" Wu Xing persisted.

"I knew that you definitely don't want to acknowledge me as your master. Have pity on me. I am so young, but I am going to die miserably without anyone to succeed me."

"But don't worry too soon. Even if I die, I will become a ghost and come back to take your life..."

Who will save her?

This master is crazy!

Yun Moshu took a deep breath, turned around and shouted into the house, "Master Ning, my master is secretly cursing again... Um——"

"Shhhhh, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Wu Xing hurriedly threw the shovel to the ground and covered her mouth with both hands.

Yun Moshu glared at him, signaling him to take his dirty hands away.

"We're just talking, why are you complaining? I can let him go, but you can't call him over, got it?"

Yun Moshu nodded, and Wu Xing slowly took it away.

"rather..."

Wu Xing quickly told her to shut up again, with a smug look on his face, "I knew you were dishonest."

"Can you guys just be quiet for a moment?!"

The quarrel between the two finally annoyed the people in the house, and a kitchen knife reflecting light rubbed Wu Xing's hair and pierced into the wall.

Yun Moshu and Wu Xing looked at each other in horror, swallowed at the same time, quickly took their positions, and quietly returned to their respective seats.

Wu Xing no longer complained about anything and worked extremely hard.

After a while, he suddenly let out a miserable cry.

"What's wrong with you again?" Yun Moshu frowned.

"Hand... My hand is cramped."

Yun Moshu looked suspicious and was about to go forward to ask a few words of concern when she saw Ning Baiyang coming out of the house and asked in a cold voice, "What is he doing?"

"He shoveled so hard that his hands cramped up."

"Old White, I didn't lie to you this time. I really smoked."

Wu Xing was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he held up his right hand with his left hand and raised it in front of him.

Ning Baiyang glanced at his wrist and said "Oh" lightly, "You didn't even cry out in pain when you twisted your wrist into a knot while dancing, but now you're half dead?"