Mo Yunzhao glanced at him indifferently, "Where is your master?"

"Uh... I'm out here." Ling Jingyu was a little unhappy.

Why is it that Ah Zhao's first words after waking up are about her master?

That old man is all white-haired and wrinkled, he's lost all his elegance, what's there to care about?

Mo Yunzhao hummed in agreement and then stood up.

"Ah Zhao, where are you going?" Ling Jingyu hurriedly followed.

"Make him a meal." Mo Yunzhao went out the door.

Besides medicinal herbs, the Valley of Medicine Gods is also abundant in bamboo.

Here are endless bamboo forests, and even all the houses here are built with bamboo.

The aroma of herbs is subtly mixed with the fragrance of herbs.

Therefore, when Mo Yunzhao came out, he first went into the bamboo forest.

Ling Jingyu immediately became anxious upon hearing this, "No need, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

My master would never eat the food that Ah Zhao makes.

He hasn't tasted it yet, neither in his past life nor this one.

Mo Yunzhao smiled, "He helped me regain my memories, I should be grateful, you shouldn't interfere."

Ling Jingyu watched her standing in the bamboo forest, looking up at the straight bamboo stalks.

He felt that Ah Zhao was a bit strange, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

"Okay, what delicious food are you going to make for Master?"

He prepared the medicinal herbs and then inquired whether she had regained her memory.

"Stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork".

“I want to eat it too,” Ling Jingyu quickly said.

Mo Yunzhao jumped up and broke off a bamboo branch.

Bamboo branches and leaves also exist, but there are many branches.

Ling Jingyu watched as Mo Yunzhao picked bamboo leaves and carefully processed the branches of the bamboo.

"A Zhao..."

Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu, "You want to eat?"

Ling Jingyu looked at the bamboo branch and shook his head repeatedly, "No, I won't eat it. You should offer it to Master first; he's over by the chestnut tree."

He can't afford this dish.

"Thank you." Mo Yunzhao nodded and apologized politely.

Ling Jingyu watched as Mo Yunzhao left with the bamboo branch, a conflicted look on his face.

Has Ah Zhao regained her memories yet, given her current appearance?

She hasn't recovered, but she looks like she wants to kill her master. Her attitude towards him is too cold, even colder than in her previous life.

Saying it's a recovery doesn't seem quite right either.

Could it be that Ah Zhao only recovered the memory that was taken from him, and forgot everything else?

Oh my god.

Wouldn't Ah Zhao hate him to the bone?

Also, in her previous life, it was her master who turned Ah Zhao into a poisoner.

Ah Zhao, are you going to chop up your master and stir-fry him into meat?

This stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat is not just about hitting people with bamboo.

Oh my god, Master and Ah Zhao.

"Ah Zhao, calm down, don't be impulsive, listen to me."

Ling Jingyu thought for a moment and quickly ran over.

He had to stop him.

The Medicine God was lying on a chestnut tree, counting how many chestnuts he had and how many fragrant chestnuts he could eat during the autumn harvest.

However, after counting to ninety-nine, they sensed a murderous aura coming from afar.

And it's getting closer and closer.

The Medicine God squinted slightly, half-sat up, and peered through the gaps in the leaves.

Then he saw Mo Yunzhao walking towards him with his hands behind his back.

Then I stood under the tree and looked up at him.

She smiled and looked at the Medicine God with her eyebrows curved, "Master, please come down. I've thought of a famous dish to make for you."

It looks very pleasing and harmless.

Upon hearing there was food, the Medicine God smacked his lips and began to climb down, "Great, great, what's delicious? Have you regained your memories?"

Mo Yunzhao smiled and nodded, "Pretty much."

"What delicious dishes are there?"

"Stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork".