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

Seeing her standing there motionless, Lu Xin walked over in confusion.

She saw that the pot was empty and couldn't help but frowned, "What's going on?"

"Someone must have drunk it accidentally."

Yun Moshu smiled indifferently and turned to apologize to her: "I'm sorry, Sister Xin, I'll make it for you next time."

"It's okay. Didn't you tell me not to drink too much? This is a good way to curb my cravings."

"What are you talking about? What can't you drink more of?"

Hu Bin was holding a few used bowls in the sink. After hearing their conversation, he asked curiously.

When he saw Yun Moshu holding the pot lid, he smiled and said, "You guys want another bowl too? Unfortunately, you're a step too late. All the nutritious soup made by Chef Yang has been distributed."

Hu Bin was so busy when there were so many people around that he didn't even notice that this was not the soup made by Chef Yang.

"Chef Yang?"

Yun Moshu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Who told you that this soup was made by Chef Yang?"

"Sister Song, she just came to the kitchen to look for food and told us after she found it."

Hu Bin saw that they looked strange and suddenly had a bad feeling, "This...wasn't it you who did it?"

"I did it," Yun Moshu admitted.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Sister Song told me that Chef Yang left some soup for us before he left, and I thought... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

Hu Bin apologized repeatedly out of guilt.

"It's okay, it's made for everyone to drink." Yun Moshu originally wanted everyone to drink a bowl, so she didn't intend to be picky.

only...

"Can I ask how many bowls you drank just now?"

If he drinks too much, there will be no one to wash the dishes in the evening, which is not cost-effective.

Hu Bin carefully gestured, "I don't drink much, just one bowl."

"That's good," Yun Moshu breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Sister Song drank a little too much. She drank three bowls."

"Three bowls? There are seven of us. This small pot can only hold eight people at most. How could she drink so much?"

Lu Xin was used to being in the kitchen, so she could tell the weight of the kitchen utensils at a glance.

The soup that Yun Moshu asked them to drink just now looked like a bowl, but it was actually just a little more than half a bowl.

If Song Wei drank three bowls, it means that there are still people who haven't drunk it.

"Xiaoshu, you haven't drunk yet?" Lu Xin turned around and asked.

"It doesn't matter to me whether I drink or not."

Yun Moshu was worried about Ji Ran's health, so she went to find them as soon as she finished making the soup. Plus, artists didn't like the smell of cooking fumes and seldom came to the kitchen, so she thought about coming back to drink it. Unexpectedly, someone actually came to the kitchen and even finished the soup.

"She is really..."

Lu Xin frowned and wanted to say something, but she caught a glimpse of the camera above her head. She paused and swallowed back the dissatisfaction that was about to be expressed.

Hu Bin stood aside feeling uneasy.

He didn't expect that drinking soup would cause trouble. He regretted it so much that he even wanted to dig out the soup that had gone into his stomach.

Seeing Hu Bin's uneasy expression, Yun Moshu smiled and comforted him, "Don't take it to heart. People who cook prefer to watch others eat up the food rather than eating it themselves. The sense of accomplishment is incomparable, and I am no exception."

"Really?" Hu Bin asked nervously.

"Really? Can I lie to you? For me, I just like to tinker with food, but I'm not interested in eating it myself."

Lu Xin realized that she was so angry that she forgot there were people around, and hurriedly explained.

After comforting Hu Bin, the two came out of the kitchen. Lu Xin complained with a dark face, "Why does this person get worse as he gets older?"

When she was young, she quite liked the dramas that person acted in, but as she got older, she felt that she was selfish and looked down on others.

"Miss Xin."

Yun Moshu suddenly called out, motioning her to look forward, "Be careful with your words."

Although they took a temporary break, the camera was still on. If any sharp-eyed netizens noticed it, it would be an online exposure.

She knows best how powerful and harmful online exposure is, and she certainly doesn't want her friends to suffer the same.

Lu Xin followed her gaze and saw Song Wei sitting on the chair right in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but feel lucky that she didn't mention any names.

"Xiaoshu, you are so young, but you are not a kind person," Song Wei said first.

Yun Moshu's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of her lips curved upwards slightly, "Sister Song, what do you mean? Why don't I understand?"

"Chef Yang made nutritious soup for everyone, but you didn't even tell us and just took the bowl out."

She was so busy in the front that she had no time to rest, and she was so hungry that her chest was touching her back. She ate and drank well in the kitchen, but she still wanted to eat their soup for herself. How could this not be selfish?

Song Wei's smile remained unchanged, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"You are still young. Listen to my advice. You can't take all the fruits of victory for yourself. Otherwise, you will easily fall into ruin and won't be able to go far on this path."

"I heard Sister Song's teachings and I will keep them in mind."

Yun Moshu agreed with a smile, and then suddenly said: "But Sister Song, as people get older, they can't always see mountains as mountains and water as water, right? What do you think?"

"Besides, the fruits of victory came from my own hands. If I can't pick them, who else can?"

Song Wei's mood changed very quickly, and his face turned pale for a moment.

She chuckled, "I misunderstood."

"As the population grows and ages, some people occasionally become blurry-eyed and fail to see the truth of things. This is understandable and everyone can understand."

Yun Moshu spoke slowly, still as elegant and gentle as ever.

"That's true, but there are many young people who are arrogant and speak without thinking."

Song Wei's eyes stayed on her for two seconds, and he said with a smile: "Xiao Shu, we are all here to serve everyone. Isn't it not good for you to secretly embezzle public food like this?"

"I got permission from Master Yang. When you were busy, I found out in the kitchen that customers like to have soup with their meals, so I told Master Yang that I had a new idea, and he agreed to let me try it."

Yun Moshu sighed helplessly, "It's just that I just wanted to ask everyone to help taste it to see if it can be launched as a new product, but in the end, it was drunk up completely, leaving nothing behind."

Song Wei could no longer control himself, and his face suddenly became stiff and black.

In this battle, Yun Moshu won a great victory.

After getting away from Song Wei, Lu Xin burst into laughter, "Xiao Shu, well done!"

She saw that her face was dark and blue just now, but she gritted her teeth and managed not to laugh in front of her.

When she had finished laughing, she stretched out her index finger to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and praised her, "I've seen you rarely have conflicts with others before, and even if there were conflicts, you would retreat if possible. I didn't expect that when you become sharp-tongued, almost no one can match you."