Escaping Famine and Farming: Becoming the Evil Stepmother of the Antagonist Cubs

Mo Qingcheng, a versatile interstellar instructor feared throughout the galaxy and known as the 'Little Demon Girl,' accidentally transmigrated into the body of an evil stepmother.

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Chapter 767 Full of Black Sesame Seeds

Mo Chuyue couldn't help but burst out laughing, while Lan Shuangqin coughed and almost choked on her own saliva.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. Not only does he eat and drink for free, but he also takes things for free.

Why don't you just fly to the sky?

"What's wrong, Miss Lan? Is she in a dilemma?" Mo Qingcheng's watery eyes sparkled as she glanced at Lan Shuangqin.

Lan Shuangqin: "..."

Shut up!

Meeting you is truly... a special kind of fate for me.

"Ahem... Miss Mo is absolutely right, it's all my fault..." Is this way of making excuses acceptable?

Mo Qingcheng blinked: "Oh, Miss Lan, you're too kind. Do you want to give your beautiful aunt another gift? How could I possibly accept that?"

Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, her shoulders shrugging.

The maid behind Lan Shuangqin was dumbfounded. Could she really ask for a gift like that?

"Ahem... Miss Mo..."

"Miss Lan, you are such a kind person. I can't refuse your kindness. Thank you!" How could Mo Qingcheng not know what Lan Shuangqin wanted to say in response?

Hmm, you're bothering me so early in the morning, and you still expect me to bleed money?

Why don't you just go to heaven?

The two girls, one in black and one in blue, exchanged glances, and Lan Shuangqin was defeated.

"Miss Mo, Aunt Mo, let's eat first!" Lan Shuangqin lowered her eyes slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, picked up her chopsticks, exchanged a glance with Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue, and said, "Let's eat."

Anyway, Miss Lan wouldn't dare to poison him, so at worst we can just poison him back, hehe...

Lan Shuangqin pursed her lips, smiling apologetically as she warmly greeted them.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely, and the dinner table was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

The Third Elder and the Fifth Elder waited for a long time, but Mo Qingcheng and Mo Chuyue did not appear. They frowned slightly.

The waiter enthusiastically ran up to her: "Elders, Miss Mo has been invited to dinner. What would you two like to order?"

The Third Elder asked with a smile, "What are your signature dishes?"

The waiter was slightly taken aback. The old man had a sharp eye; he immediately mentioned the signature dish. With a quick glance, he began to introduce it to the two of them.

The Fifth Elder was originally furious, but when he saw the Third Elder looking over, he had no choice but to calm down.

Third Elder: You big fool, if you don't speak up now, when will you?

Fifth Elder: Understood!

The two old men, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, actually played the roles of bandits and ordered a huge table of dishes.

Just as they picked up their chopsticks and took a few bites, Elder Mo Qing'an and the others entered the hall, hurried forward, and saw the sumptuous breakfast on the table, their mouths watering.

The Fifth Elder was also worried. If he didn't eat it soon, what would he do if these bastards snatched it away?

The Third Elder smiled and said, "Qing'an, what are you still standing there for? Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"Cough cough... Third Elder, Fifth Elder, not yet..." Mo Qing'an took a deep breath. To eat or not to eat, give me an answer!

The Third Elder said "Oh," as if he had forgotten that there were people around him, and slowly picked up some food with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Mo Qing'an: "..."

Mo Qingfeng and his brother: "..."

Mo Qingchen: "..."

Mo Qingwu, who arrived late, was completely bewildered. It's smashed? What happened?

"Good morning, elders! Good morning, brother! Good morning, junior brother!" Mo Qingwu stepped forward with a smile, bowed and greeted them. A fragrance wafted into her nose, and she swallowed hard.

"Miss Qingwu, Young Master Qingchen, are you both hungry?" The Third Elder looked up and asked again.

Oh my god, I finally remembered them?

"Ahem... This disciple... isn't hungry yet..." Mo Qingwu said reservedly, ignoring the rumbling of her stomach.

The Third Elder glanced meaningfully at Mo Qingwu's slightly embarrassed face and slowly nodded, "In that case, Miss Qingwu, please make yourself at home. The rest of you, please take your seats."

"Cough cough..."

"puff!"