After some thought, Mo Qingcheng once again reminded the children to be careful and prioritize safety if they encountered any troublesome members of the Xuanyuan family on the way.

The children readily agreed, and the courtyard was filled with laughter. Bei Gonglan occasionally chatted for a bit, her heart overflowing with emotion. Sister Mo had gone to great lengths, not afraid of causing trouble, and she couldn't be too selfish; she couldn't let her worry...

In the afternoon, Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, and the children were given a holiday to go to their own vegetable garden.

Bright red cherry tomatoes hang heavily on the branches, chili peppers are as big as little fingers laughing, cilantro has grown about a centimeter, and corn is already half a person tall.

"Mommy, can I eat this?" Bai Zimo strode up his chubby little legs, picked two cherry tomatoes, wiped them on his sleeve, and put them in his mouth.

"Eat it without washing it?" Mo Qingcheng was speechless.

"Hehe, didn't Mommy say that if it's not dirty, it won't make you sick?" The little guy couldn't resist the temptation and popped a cherry tomato into his mouth with a big gulp. It was sweet and sour, and he looked completely satisfied: "Delicious!"

"..." The crowd.

"Mother, is this the chili pepper you were talking about?" Shangguan Yunxi liked spicy food, so she picked a chili pepper and looked at it from left to right.

"Hmm, this is good stuff. Let's pick some to take back. You're in for a treat tonight." Mo Qingcheng's eyes lit up, the taste of chili sauce seemingly lingering on her tongue.

Bai Yueniang chuckled: "Sister Mo, you're drooling..."

"Is Yue'er itching for a beating? Wait till I settle the score with you tonight..." Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile.

Bai Yueniang quickly apologized, saying that food was the most important thing in the world: "Oh dear, Sister Mo, it's all Yue'er's fault. Please don't hold a grudge. You can't punish me by making me not eat tonight..."

"..." Mo Qingcheng, you admitted your mistake so quickly, I'm speechless.

The children chuckled, but Bai Yueniang stamped her foot and forbade anyone to laugh.

The next second, laughter echoed through the vegetable garden, making everyone envious.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Ziming secretly ate more than a dozen cherry tomatoes, and was picked up by Mo Qingcheng.

The little guy was struggling with his feet off the ground, cherry tomato juice dripping from the corner of his mouth, which he hadn't had time to wipe away.

Everyone laughed until their stomachs hurt. Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes and told Shangguan Yichen to keep a close eye on her younger brother.

Bai Ziming's eyes darted around, trying to escape in 108 different ways, but he failed and looked utterly disappointed.

Mu Wanqing picked a few bunches of cilantro and suddenly had a thought: "Mother, can this be used to refine pills?"

"Of course, it can be added appropriately to medicines for treating colds."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up, eager to try.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but rub her forehead: "Mother will teach you tomorrow. If you mess with it yourself and cause another explosion in the furnace, you can forget about entering the alchemy room before you're fifteen."

"Oh..." Mu Wanqing pondered in her heart, how could she prevent the stove from exploding? Her mother was too cruel...

Mo Qingcheng gave Shangguan Yichen a wink, and the young boy understood instantly, his face icy, his expression full of warning.

"Qing'er, if you dare to do anything reckless, your elder brother will have someone send you to the border to find your father."

"No way!" Mu Wanqing immediately backed down. What a joke! Go to the border to find her father? How desperate could she be?

In the evening, Mo Qingcheng showed off her culinary skills, making stir-fried pork slices with chili peppers, boiled pork slices, Kung Pao chicken...

The cherry tomato and egg soup had a little cilantro added...

Bai Yueniang's eyes widened: "Let's eat!"

The children's eyes lit up, and they all reached for their chopsticks, even the usually taciturn Bei Gonglan didn't stand on ceremony. Old Man Bai chuckled, his hands moving with surprising speed.

Mo Qingcheng, who was about to reach for her chopsticks: "..."

Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma didn't have time to talk; they ate half a bowl of stir-fried pork with chili peppers with relish.

"Third Grandma, can we ask the Mo family girl for some chili peppers?"

"This...isn't that inappropriate?"