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

"You stink, stay away from me," Ning Baiyang frowned and fanned his nose with his hand.

"Does it stink?"

Wu Xing pulled his sleeve and smelled it, then immediately put it down and walked around the room anxiously.

"Don't worry about whether I stink or not! You guys should think of a way for me. How can he give up worshipping me as his master? If this continues, he will follow me to the toilet!"

"Master, Xiao An is really an obedient and filial child. Why don't you accept him as an extra servant?"

Yun Moshu threw a peanut made by Ning Baiyang into her mouth, chewed it and swallowed it before she said slowly: "Besides, he is very smart. You only need to teach him one or two tricks when you are interested occasionally, and it will be enough for him to survive. You don't need to waste energy to care for him."

Wu Xing saw her with a leisurely look on her face, enjoying herself while eating things that he himself could not eat, and he felt envious. Then he listened to her talk and suddenly felt that it was good to have an obedient disciple who shared the same views as him, unlike this senior disciple who only made him angry.

But then he thought about it and shook his head in resistance, "No, no, let alone his skinny body, he has a scar on his face, it's really too ugly."

"I asked the doctor, the scar on his face can be removed with some medicine. As for being too small and too thin, it's just a matter of eating two more meals."

“Master, you’re not afraid that he will bankrupt you, are you?” Yun Moshu provoked him.

"Eat me down? What a joke!"

Wu Xing snorted coldly, "I'm a person who earns ten gold coins for every dance I do. How can a little kid like him eat me out of money?"

"You said you agreed?"

Wu Xing crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at her with disdain, "Provocation doesn't work on me."

Yun Moshu looked regretful, she thought he was going to give in.

Half a month later, Old Madam Wang was finally able to eat normally, and Prefect Wang also began to deal with the Qian family.

Ning Baiyang had nothing to do these days, so he started staying in the kitchen to think about something new.

When Wu Xing came back from the prefect's house, he didn't see Song Qing'an, who always came to greet him first, and a sense of awkwardness flashed across his heart.

"Where is the child?" He stopped Yun Moshu who was passing by and asked casually.

Yun Moshu said nonchalantly, "You are talking about Xiao An. He is in the kitchen with Master Ning."

"When did they become so familiar with each other?"

"Maybe he's given up."

"Give up?" Wu Xing frowned.

Yun Moshu spread her hands and said helplessly: "You have always disagreed. He has a child and needs to take care of his sister. He can't just live off your wealth."

"Survival comes first. He doesn't see any hope in you, so he must find someone else to learn from."

"You're really unstable," Wu Xing snorted barely audibly.

He turned and went to the kitchen. From a distance, he saw a person, one big and one small, gathered around a stove. The atmosphere between them was inexplicably harmonious. Wu Xing felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. In short, he felt uncomfortable. It was dazzling and unbearable to look at.

Song Qing'an was chatting with Ning Baiyang with stars in his eyes. When he looked up and saw him, he just greeted him, "Master Wu, are you here to discuss something with Master Ning?"

"Master Wu?" Wu Xing repeated unhappily.

"If you don't want me to call you that, then...then...Master Wu?"

"Lord Wu?" Wu Xing's voice rose again.

Song Qingan's shoulders shrank, fingers intertwined, and he glanced at him cautiously, "If you don't like you, why don't you tell me one?"

He is so timid. Could it be that he did something too extreme in the past and made him feel hurt and scared?

Wu Xing stared at him and thought.

"Okay, Xiao An has given up, why are you still staring at him?"

Ning Baiyang couldn't bear to watch, so he protected Song Qingan behind him and interrupted the two of them, "If you have nothing to do, get out. The two of us are busy."

Wu Xing was driven out in confusion.

what's the situation?

Is Mr. White interested in this little rascal?

Wu Xing turned his head to look at the door that had locked him out, and tentatively kicked it twice, "If they don't welcome me, I don't care."

Song Qing'an seemed to have really given up.

After that, he never appeared in front of him or served him again. Even if he happened to meet him, he would avoid him.

Wu Xing had been so attentive to him for so long, and suddenly he appeared in front of him without any force, and for a moment he felt pitifully deserted.

Especially when he saw his eldest disciple also getting close to Ning Baiyang, the jealousy in his heart was about to overflow.

"Old White, what do you mean?"

He pushed open his door and walked in with a dark face to question.

Ning Baiyang asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"What on earth have you done? Why do all my good disciples start to follow you?"

"All?" Ning Baiyang asked curiously, "Don't you only have Xiaoshu as your disciple?"

Wu Xing was speechless for a moment. He said in a daze, "I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about that kid. He was supposed to be my disciple, so why did he suddenly start avoiding me and sticking to you every day?"

"You're talking about Xiao An."

Ning Baiyang suddenly realized, "I saw that he was smart and clever, so I thought he might have a talent as a chef, so I planned to take him in as my apprentice and train him well."

"Learn to cook from you? Don't you see that he can flip the wok with his small body? I'm afraid the wok will be crushed before it even starts turning."

"If he is not suitable to be a chef, what should he do?"

"Of course, dance with me," Wu Xing blurted out.

"Xiao An, did you hear that?"

"heard it!"

A loud voice came from behind.

Wu Xing turned around abruptly and looked at the man with shining eyes. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Yun Moshu interrupted him and pushed Song Qing'an on the back, "Junior brother, why are you still standing there? Come over and greet Master."

"Disciple Song Qing'an greets Master."

Wu Xing turned around and looked at the person who was smiling faintly inside. He was shaking with anger and pointed at them and said, "Okay, okay, you guys are plotting against me!"

Three people teamed up to deceive him, did they really dare?

Ning Baiyang smiled and advised him, "You used to complain that life was boring. Isn't it better this way? Now you have someone to play with."

"Master, are you angry with me?"

The tears in Song Qing'an's eyes were about to fall, making her look very pitiful.

Wu Xing was helpless. He had already admitted that Song Qing'an was suitable for learning dancing, so he could not go back on his word. He could only respond with a dark face, "No."

Wouldn't he be so angry as to get angry with a half-grown child?

"Ugly... Qing'an, right? You are still young. Listen to my advice and have less contact with them in the future."

If he is led astray by them again, who will he cry to?

Song Qing'an looked at Yun Moshu and Ning Baiyang, and spoke vaguely without daring to really respond.

In order to get the attention of his superiors, the prefect worked hard to make some achievements.

The Qian family bullied men and women and colluded with officials. The speed of their downfall was unexpected.

Now that Wu Xing was no longer a potential threat, Ning Baiyang began to worry about whether the seeds in the ground had sprouted or whether they had been accidentally stepped on by someone.

Thinking of this, he could no longer sit still and was eager to leave and go home.