A fleeting smile appeared in the young boy's eyes, so quick it was impossible to catch.

Mo Qingcheng glared angrily at Mo Qingyang. "Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't cause trouble for me, Madam?"

Mo Qingcheng lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes even longer than a woman's, which displeased the Farm Lord in the space.

"Little witch, cut off that slut's long eyelashes! They make me so angry! Humph! Don't underestimate a young man's potential..."

Mo Qingcheng smiled, barely suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, but her hands continued moving without stopping.

Half an hour later, Mu Wanqing burst in, panting, and said, "Mother, the antidote pill..."

"Qing'er is really capable!" Mo Qingcheng gave him a thumbs up without hesitation. After checking him over, she smiled meaningfully and stuffed the antidote into Li Yuanlin's mouth.

Mo Qingyang, belatedly wanting to take a look at the antidote pill, scoffed, "Qingqing, you're being unfair."

"Pfft!" Mo Qingcheng burst out laughing: "How old are you this year?"

You're not young anymore, yet you're competing for attention with the kids. Where's your pride?

A soft cough came from the doorway, and Mu Shenyi walked in yawning: "Girl, this old man is exhausted..."

"..." Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched: "Uncle, you've worked hard..."

"I'm so hungry..."

"Uncle, you've worked hard..."

"I'm so hungry I can't sleep..."

"..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly. What you said makes sense. This instructor is speechless.

The old man's face was somewhat pale, clearly indicating that he had spent a lot of effort refining the pills. Mo Qingcheng felt a little sorry for him and said, "Uncle, I'll go and finish making the noodles with soybean paste."

"Really? You're so sweet!"

Mo Qingcheng glanced at him, then turned and left.

Inside the house, an old man, a young boy, and a child stared at each other.

Mu Wanqing grumbled, staring at Mo Qingyang with wary eyes: "Uncle, why don't you find us an aunt?"

"Pfft!" Mo Qingyang almost choked to death on a mouthful of blood.

The little girl tilted her head, her eyes wide with curiosity: "Uncle, what kind of aunt do you like? I'll ask Mommy to help you find one..."

"..." Mo Qingyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Mu Wanqing chuckled. "Let's see if my cheap uncle still dares to have designs on my mother."

snort!

Mo Qingyang looked at the little girl with a strange expression, as if something was not real.

Mu Wanqing touched her little face: "Uncle, do you like my type?"

"..." Mo Qingyang was utterly dejected: "Qing'er, do you have a grudge against your uncle?"

"No... I just feel good when I see you annoying."

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

Mo Qingcheng walked in carrying a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, blinked, and asked, "Why aren't you hungry?"

Not hungry?

How is that possible?

Shinichi Maki was the first to rush over, grab the biggest bowl of noodles, and run to the side to eat it with relish.

Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated: "Uncle, there's also..."

Mu Shen didn't even look up; who knows if there will be any more later?

Shangguan Yichen also came in and ate a small bowl of noodles, mainly because he was worried that his foodie sister wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her cheap uncle...

Pooh!

What uncle?

Fake……

The young boy raised an eyebrow mischievously: "Mother, my cheap uncle wants you to be a matchmaker..."

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

Mo Qingcheng nearly choked on her noodles. Mu Shenyi glared at Shangguan Yichen, thinking, "You brat, you did that on purpose..."

Liu Cuihua and Li Changgeng spent a sleepless night. Although the lady of the house had sent them new clothes and said she would take her youngest son out for a while, they were still very uneasy.

Early in the morning, Liu Cuihua jumped out of bed and, without even washing her face, ran towards the door, calling out, "Honey, hurry up!"

"Stop right there! Are you planning to leave now?"

"Ah, it's almost dawn..."

"It's still early, don't cause trouble for Madam..."