In the days that followed, Long Yue's life became busy and fulfilling once more. Every day, she had two tasks: first, to care for her bedridden husband, and second, to learn medicine and identify herbs with Duanmu Nan.
But later, gradually, a new task emerged: becoming the little cook of the house!
There was no choice. The meals cooked by her mentor and his wife were not very good. After Long Yue cooked once, they became enamored with it, and the mentor's wife was even more blunt in asking her to do it herself.
Long Yue liked this straightforward attitude of her mentor's wife; it was just the same as before.
Long Yue was happy to cook for them. As for men, you either win their hearts or win their stomachs, and Long Yue felt that winning over her mentor's stomach was good enough.
The weather was getting colder. Since the autumn rain a few days ago, it had become even colder. Early in the morning when she opened the door, she could see a thick layer of frost on the ground.
