Boiled chicken, my master's favorite.

Steamed fish head with chopped chili peppers is Nie You's favorite dish.

Even Big White has a favorite dish: braised fish.

Then, there wasn't a single dish he liked to eat, and not a single dish was made especially for him.

Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes, like a cold arrow, glancing at him and then swiftly launching a cold arrow.

The Medicine God and Nie You pretended not to see anything and just kept their heads down, eating voraciously.

Big White also buried himself in his work, wow, his master's cooking skills are so good!

However, Fu Liu's dried fish is still the best.

Does it want to eat more of its master's braised fish, or Fuliu's dried fish, or both?

No, if you want both, Fuliu will say it's scum.

When he licked the copper basin containing the braised fish until it shone brightly, Da Bai finally made up his mind: he would rather eat Fu Liu's dried fish.

Ling Jingyu ate with great resentment and asked Mo Yunzhao, "Why isn't there anything I like to eat?"

Mo Yunzhao calmly ate his meal. "I remember everyone else, but not you. Isn't that normal?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jingyu immediately felt a sharp pain in his foot.

It feels like I've shot myself in the foot.

He dug a good hole and buried himself in it.

"Master, how can we save him?" Mo Yunzhao asked the Medicine God.

The Medicine God was gnawing on a chicken leg. "There's no need to save him right now. You'll find out in two months. I can't say, or it'll be too late."

Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll go back tomorrow."

"Huh?" The Medicine God looked up at a plate of almost finished poached chicken. "Let's keep it for a few more days. There's no rush anyway."

Now that he's back, how will he eat anything good?

Mo Yunzhao didn't speak, but just smiled at him.

Tell me how you can save me, and I'll stay.

The Medicine God struggled greatly, and finally sighed, "Then let's go back, and take my disciple with us too."

If there's nothing to eat, then there's nothing to eat.

Mo Yunzhao stared at the Medicine God. If he couldn't bribe him with food, then it seemed he would have to beat him up like he had beaten the old monk.

The Medicine God seemed to understand Mo Yunzhao's meaning, "Even if you kill me, you can't tell me. Anyway, six months have passed and he's still alive, so I'll tell you then."

Now that things have come to this point, it's really impossible to say anything more.

Mo Yunzhao did not press the matter further.

After finishing his meal, Mo Yunzhao walked through the Valley of the Medicine God, looking at the starry sky, still shrouded in mist, truly like a fairyland.

Ling Jingyu followed, "Ah Zhao..."

Mo Yunzhao looked up at him, "Your Highness, have you finished reflecting on your actions?"

"I've reflected on it." Ling Jingyu forced himself to admit his mistake.

Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow at Ling Jingyu. The style of his clothes always matched hers perfectly.

"Then Your Highness, please speak. I am all ears." Mo Yunzhao stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, looking towards Medicine God Valley.

As night fell, the clouds and mist swirled even more, and the small bamboo houses dotted the valleys, seemingly without any pattern, but she knew how to arrange them.

It's immediately obvious that these small bamboo houses are arranged using a special method.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter the valley without permission.

Once you enter the valley, you can't get into the inner valley; you'll die.

This is a maze.

The entire valley was shrouded in a maze.

It was very powerful, and she could feel the presence of strong magic.

Ling Jingyu thought for a moment and said, "My biggest mistake was taking away your memories without my permission. If I could do it all over again, I would never do it."

But in terms of spirit, if he had to do it all over again, he would still do the same.

Because he couldn't afford to gamble, he was most afraid that Ah Zhao would hate him to the bone.