Mo Yan looked at the little prince and had to admit that children are just so innocent and naive.

Mo Lan can kill flowers and cook food that looks like charcoal. Is her cooking even edible?

Soon, the young prince's men brought back the food.

Just then, there was a loud bang from the kitchen.

The young prince ran over with some worry, only to find Mo Lan carrying a plate of food out.

"It's alright, it's alright, it was just an accident."

The young prince stared at the dark, indistinct dish, unable to discern what it was: "..."

Is it too late for him to regret it now?

He turned to look at his master, "Master...I..."

"Son, whatever choice we make, we must persevere. So you two must finish eating it all."

Mo Lan was a little embarrassed. She looked at the little prince awkwardly and said, "Junior brother, don't worry. I do make a lot of noise when I cook, but don't worry, I've been trying it for several days now, and it definitely won't kill anyone."

"Hehe..." the little prince laughed, "Senior sister, really?" He really couldn't believe it!

"Of course it's true. I've been eating it for several days now and I'm fine. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. There's another porridge in a little while, I'll bring it out for you right away."

Mo Lan took out the porridge; it was blue.

The blue porridge looked particularly...unappetizing.

"This is porridge, this is twice-cooked pork, and this is braised pork belly and stir-fried shredded potatoes. Eat up!"

Mo Lan even gave a special introduction to each of them to her junior brother.

Every dish here looks delicious. "Look, doesn't it look beautiful?"

The young prince: "???"

The young prince is now having some doubts about life. Does his senior sister have some kind of misunderstanding about what she's looking for?

"Hmm, it looks good..." The little prince touched his chest, feeling very guilty. He had lied; he wasn't a good boy anymore...

"Then let's eat quickly."

Mo Lan gave the little prince chopsticks and a bowl, and the two of them started eating. The little prince's hand holding the chopsticks was a little shaky, and it trembled even more when he put them in his mouth.

The taste was amazing the moment I put it in my mouth.

Who would have thought that this charcoal-black, unrecognizable braised pork belly would have all sorts of flavors—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—it's just outrageous, really outrageous!

After he ate it, his throat felt burning, and he felt like he was breathing fire!

And then...

He drank two jugs of water.

I spent the whole day running to the toilet.

Those subordinates who saw it felt extremely distressed.

Their little prince is suffering.

Looking at the young prince, Mo Yan thought to herself, "That's why they say, 'Those who don't listen to the elders will suffer the consequences.'"

Mo Lan wasn't much better off. She only had one thought in her mind: thank goodness her mother didn't eat it, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

She hadn't expected it to taste so bad; she really just wanted to give her junior brother a very good... very good impression.

I never expected this impression to be so deep.

In the end, Mo Yan gave each of them an acupuncture needle before they stopped.

Mo Yan looked at the young prince and said, "From now on, you must listen to your master and not ask why, understand?"

The young prince nodded quickly, "I know, I know." The price was a bit too high.

Mo Lan, who was standing to the side, also spoke up, "Mother, I will be obedient from now on."

Mo Yan didn't even look at her. "I'm just passing by and have no intention of helping you, but one thing is for sure: you can embarrass yourself, but don't drag me down with you."

Mo Lan: "..."

“Mother, I understand now. I was blind and confused before, unable to see clearly... Now I see clearly and will not be confused anymore. Men are really useless.”

Mo Lan finally understood that no matter how good you are to someone, it's useless if they only have themselves in their heart. So what about the neighbor?

She needs to focus on her spiritual practice from now on and stop thinking about so-called feelings.

Life isn't just about love.

"Wait until you've recovered your former cultivation level before you say those words to me. Anyone can say nice things."

Talk is cheap.

Mo Lan: "..."

“Mother, I have a feeling that Linzhi was involved in this matter as well.”

She never expected that Linzhi, whom she considered a good friend, would do such a thing, going to find Wang Ping and his mother behind her back.

"That's your own business."

Mo Yan left with the young prince without even asking her what her plans were. Mo Lan quickly called out to her mother, "Mother, I will come back to apologize to you."

Mo Yan turned around and looked at her, "What's the use?"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, not understanding her mother's meaning, "Mother?"

She thought that her mother was just a little disappointed now, and that she would forgive her once she recovered her cultivation. Wasn't that right?

"Mo Lan, if Wang Ping changes now, can you forgive him?"

"No, I've already seen through him."

"Do you think I haven't seen through you? You attacked me for a man like that, how do you think I would forgive you?"

I took action today because I was furious at how useless you were, not because I cared about you.

What's done is done; you've disappointed me, that's a fact.

"From now on, whatever path you choose to take, whether you recover your cultivation or not, is none of my business, understand?"

Mo Lan took several steps back. At that moment, she immediately understood her mother's feelings.

Without realizing it, she also became like Wang Ping.

Knowing that her mother loved her, she turned against her mother and disappointed her.

"Mother..."

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