Mo Qingwu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her eyes wide with disbelief: "Brother, you're joking with Wu'er, right?"
"Mo Qingwu, do you think your brother has time to joke with you?" How utterly foolish! I don't want to say another word. How can I have such a stupid and clumsy sister?
Did her mother leave her brain in her womb when she gave birth to her?
Mo Qingwu took a deep breath, turned around and left, her eyes full of grievance. Her brother didn't love her anymore; he must have been bewitched by that little bitch Mo Qingcheng.
Unaware that her fingernails had scratched her palm from her sleeve, Mo Qingcheng, I will make you pay the price!
Not to mention that Mo Qingwu lost all face and left in shame and anger, the steward elder Mo Qing'an was in a real bind. No matter what, Mo Qingwu was the daughter of the head of the Mo family. Although she was an adopted daughter, she had been raised for so many years and could not be humiliated by others in public.
Otherwise, when he returned to his family, he would have reached the end of his term as an elder. He would painfully rummage through his hands, pulling out more than a hundred low-grade spirit stones, and his vision would go black.
In recent years, the Mo family has declined drastically, getting worse year by year. Not to mention the outer sect elders, even the honorary elders like the Third Elder don't receive much money.
Sigh, it's all the spirit stones' fault.
Mo Qingfeng and Mo Qingyue exchanged a glance, remaining silent as brothers. They ate whatever the elder gave them, never being picky about food along the way. It wasn't that they didn't want to be picky, but they simply didn't have the means; being able to eat their fill was already a great blessing.
These past two days, Miss Qingcheng has occasionally given me some leftovers, which taste incredibly delicious... I can't imagine it, thinking too much about it will upset my stomach.
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue stood at the doorway, casually flicking her fingernails.
Mo Qingcheng beckoned, and the waiter from Yunlai Inn came running over with great respect. They were both Miss Mo, so why were they so different?
The young girl in front of them was not to be trifled with. She was generous and sharp-tongued, clearly no ordinary person. People in their line of work had come into contact with many people, so they naturally developed a keen eye, comparable to the Fiery Eyes of the Monkey King.
"Miss Mo, what are your orders? I'd gladly go through fire and water for you." The waiter chuckled, his face obsequious.
Mo Qingcheng would never make things difficult for a nobody like the waiter. Don't underestimate him just because he's of lowly status; he might save your life in a critical moment. It's just a little extra reward, right? Don't belittle him.
It's not a difficult thing. Only someone with a brain full of water would point fingers at others.
"Waiter, could you please bring a few dishes for the four male guests who came with us? Thank you!" Mo Qingcheng casually tossed a hundred low-grade spirit stones to the waiter. "And one more for tomorrow morning... and the rest, buy a pot of tea for the waiter."
"Thank you, Miss Mo! I wish you all your wishes come true." The waiter's face lit up with a smile. One hundred low-grade snacks! Two extra meals would only cost seventy or eighty spirit stones, and the rest would be his own, hehe...
Miss Mo didn't specify how many dishes to add, did she? The waiter's eyes darted around, and he turned and floated downstairs.
Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue chuckled: "Little Qingqing, so this is what you're like..."
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "I was going to give Elder Beauty some after-dinner snacks, but it seems she can't eat anymore..."
"How could that be?" Mo Chuyue licked Chun, then affectionately hugged Mo Qingcheng, holding her tightly in her arms.
"Cough cough..." Mo Qingcheng choked, tears streaming down her face. "Elder Beauty, we're both women, don't use your charms on me, I can't take it..."
"Esteemed guests, Miss Mo has prepared an extra meal for you!" The waiter knocked on the door of Elder Mo Qing'an's room and brought in four dishes.
Mo Qingchen's gaze shifted slightly: "Which Miss Mo?"
"Young master, the Miss Mo upstairs is incredibly beautiful, not the one next door who dined and dashed..."
"Cough cough..."
"puff!"
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