I went to the parking lot, got in the car, and drove onto the winding mountain road again.
The cat’s belly was bulging with bread, and it lay limply on the passenger seat, marveling at the abundance of delicious food in the world.
"In the cat world, there are very few animals that can cook delicious food."
"But there are people who can cook! The cat knows a master! The noodles he cooks are super delicious!"
"The master is also a cat. Maomao, tell me, do cats also have the talent to be chefs?"
When Bread got excited, he patted the cushion below with his paws excitedly.
Xiaoman asked curiously, "Does Bread want to be a chef?"
"I want to be one!" said the cat with sparkling eyes.
After reading the previous cooking theory, Bread began to envy those chefs who could create all kinds of delicious food like magic.
"Maomao, Douding, do you think a cat can be a chef?"
Xiaoman made a cheering gesture, "Sure! Come on, bread! Then you can make lots of delicious food for me and Yueyue."
Mingyue also supported it, "Since you like it, just give it a try. Our car can cook."
"Great! The cat will try it!"
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Mingyue drove back to the nunnery soon after chatting about learning to cook along the way.
When she walked into the nunnery, the tranquility and peace of the nunnery remained.
Mingyue walked through the courtyard of the nunnery with ease and saw several children helping to clear the fallen leaves in the yard.
She waved to the children, "Do you know where the masters and Red Sparrow are?"
"It's the sister from last time!"
"Sister, you're here."
"I know, I know, sister, I'll take you there!"
Several children came up and excitedly took Mingyue inside.
The masters said that this sister was a kind person who helped Hongque collect medicinal materials in the mountains late at night to treat Master Yan.
Besides, Redbird is in a bad mood right now, so maybe this sister can help her.
The cardinal is now sitting in the backyard.
She was sitting at the stone table with some medicinal food residue and unfinished herbs in front of her, a hint of frustration on her face.
"Redbird."
She raised her head and saw the bright moon. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by loss.
"Sister, I failed."
She explained to Mingyue that despite her best efforts, the preparation of the medicinal food had failed.
The herbal ratios and heat control were more complex than she had anticipated, and she hadn't been able to find the right balance.
"I'm sorry, sister, I've wasted your time and all these ingredients."
Redbird bit her lips tightly, trying not to cry. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.
Mingyue wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to start.
She sensed the unasked "why" in Redbird's short and confused words.
Why is hard work useless?
Why did it fail?
Why? Why on earth?
Mingyue had no answer. She had the same question when she was Hongque's age.
And after all these years, she still has no answer, only a heart that has been worn out to the point of being accustomed to it.
But she really couldn't bring herself to tell a child that she would get used to all this.
This didn't sound like comfort, but like a vicious curse.
She finally reached out and patted the child on the shoulder, "You did your best."
It was these words that made Redbird unable to hold back her tears any longer, and she lowered her head and sobbed.
She uttered a few words tremblingly.
"If I fail, Master Yan will die."
As these words fell, the other silent children standing nearby suddenly began to cry, and a strong sadness spread among the crowd like an epidemic.
The bright moon is like a layer of oil-paper covering the head, and the children's suppressed cries are like the muffled sound of rain hitting the oil-paper umbrella, which cannot penetrate in, but the oil-paper trembles with the weight of the rain.
The trembling sound like rain suddenly woke her up.
She seemed to have never taken this dimension seriously, but always treated everything in a child's play.
After all, for her, a dimension where everything is defined by food seems unreal, so unreal that it's a bit ridiculous.
In her eyes as an outsider, the existence of food makes everything "entertaining".
A terminal illness that can be cured with a bowl of soup is really hard to take seriously.
She took it for granted.
Diseases that can be cured with medicinal food are not considered serious illnesses.
It was not until just now, after feeling Redbird's pain and despair, that Mingyue realized that all this was real.
She has always been looking down on everything from the perspective of an outsider, arrogant to the point of stupidity, high above, and self-righteous.
But she ignored that everything she thought was illusory was actually other people's real life.
Mingyue suddenly remembered something her master said to her when she was learning cooking.
“You don’t know what you want to do, so no matter how skilled you are, the food you make will only taste good, but you won’t be able to go any further.”
At that time, Mingyue did not take her master's words seriously.
Isn’t it enough to make the food delicious? Why go further?
"Just do your best, it's fine. You don't have to be first."
This is her answer.
The master shook his head, "I'm not asking you to get first place, nor am I asking you to compare yourself with others. It's about what you want to do, but you haven't pursued it."
Mingyue was puzzled, "But I am doing it, why do you say I don't have any pursuit?"
The master didn't answer again.
Mingyue stood there quietly, thoughts in her mind surging like a tide.
Despite the complexity of the memories, in the real world, only a few seconds have passed.
Finally, Mingyue came to her senses and slowly reached out her hand, which gently rested on Hongque's head. She whispered, "No, don't worry. I've successfully contacted Ms. Li, the one who makes the medicinal food. She's agreed to help us make it."
Upon hearing the news, Redbird's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
She clutched Mingyue's clothes tightly, her voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Really? Is this true?!"
Coincidentally, Mingyue's phone rang, and it was a message from Dongfang Mao.
[Mr. Li agreed, but she said that the medicinal food had high requirements and needed to be made on site.]
Mingyue quickly typed a reply.
"Can Dr. Li come over here? The patient isn't very suitable for moving."
[This...I want to ask]
[Okay, please.]
Dongfang Mao scratched his face. This matter was really a bit troublesome. The main reason was that Old Li was a master of herbal medicine who was about to reach the double S level. Others were asking her for help with treatment. She might not agree to such a request for Old Li to provide door-to-door service.
But it’s okay to ask for help. At worst, if things don’t work out, he can compensate Mingyue with something else. He also has a master of herbal medicine at home, and he can arrange for him to go and help.
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