Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    Moreover, she had not gone through a systematic study of cooking. Other than learning from the old man for two years, she spent most of her time fumbling around on her own.


  Therefore, Mo Yangyang especially needed the guidance of others ...


  The timing of this recipe was just right.


  According to the recipe, knife skills determined the success or failure of many dishes, and the control of heat was sometimes the soul of the entire dish. These were two very important links. There was no shortcut, only hard work!


  If these two were shortcomings, it would limit the development of a chef.


  After reading it, Mo Yangyang made up her mind. She looked up and said to Xie Xize," Fifth Uncle, from tomorrow onwards, we'll run in the morning. Call me, and I'll run with you…"“


  No matter what Mo Yangyang wanted to do, he would support her unconditionally.


  He wouldn't say,'I have money, so you don't have to do anything.'


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