A slightly chubby figure burst in like a whirlwind, hands on hips, glaring angrily at Mo Qingcheng and her family.
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched violently. The newcomer was none other than the notorious young widow of Nanping Village. Relying on her looks, she was lazy and loved to eat and do nothing. She would cry, make a scene, and even threaten to hang herself. Every man in the village was terrified of her.
"Lady Mo, hand over my rabbit right now! Do you know how hard it is for me? I'm supporting a whole family, a poor widow and her children. We finally managed to raise a rabbit, and you, you heartless bastard, slaughtered it! Waaah..." Widow Li covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
Widow Li's youngest son, Li Xiaoqing, Fang Erliu, saw his mother throwing a tantrum and his face turned red: "Mother, we..." Let's go back quickly.
"Shut up! You're such a disgraceful thing! I'm being bullied to death! You're my own son, so hurry up and take the rabbit home!" Widow Li sniffed hard through her fingers; the aroma from the pot was incredibly tempting!
Grandma San from next door and Liu Cuihua, the village chief's wife, rushed over upon hearing the news, slightly surprised.
How did Lady Mo get involved with Widow Li? It's really a headache. Widow Li's methods are endless and she can't keep up with them.
Mo Qingcheng, holding Bai Zimo, glanced at Widow Li with a half-smile: "Sister-in-law Li, are you sure the rabbit in my pot is one you raised?"
"Oh my god, that heartless bastard! It must have been my family's! I scrimped and saved, taking care of our little white rabbit all day long. It finally grew plump up, and then someone slaughtered it... We're just a widow and her child, we can't go on living like this. Please, everyone, be the judge..."
“Aunt Li, my rabbit is gray…” Bai Zimo looked at Widow Li with a puzzled expression: “Rabbit skin, well, my stepmother said to make scarves.”
The crowd burst into laughter, their eyes filled with sarcasm.
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.
Widow Li was wailing and slapping her thigh when she heard Bai Ziming's words, and her crying stopped abruptly. With a dark face, she got up from the ground, grabbed her son Li Xiaoqing's hand, and fled in a disheveled state.
A burst of laughter came from behind her, extremely grating. Widow Li swore that she would never forgive Lady Mo, even if it meant her death.
That little vixen is so cunning! All I wanted was a few bites of rabbit meat, is that wrong? I haven't had any meat in six months.
The villagers' gaze towards Mo Qingcheng changed; they now thought, "Don't mess with Lady Mo, she's not someone to be trifled with..."
Everyone shook their heads and left together, leaving only Third Grandma and the village chief's wife. The two of them comforted each other repeatedly, craning their necks, sniffing hard, their old faces flushed.
What's that Lady Mo's family making? It smells so good! I really want to take a bite, what should I do?
Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated. She scooped up a few eggs and distributed them to the two children. The little ones stared wide-eyed, eager to pounce on them.
Is the stepmother stupid?
The village chief's wife, Liu Cuihua, felt her face burning with embarrassment. How could she possibly take food from a child's mouth? It was utterly shameful.
Third Grandma was stunned. Wasn't she here to mediate a fight? What a wonderful thing!
Mo Qingcheng hurriedly replied, "A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. We are so grateful for the care that Third Grandmother and Sister-in-law have always given us. If we refuse again, it would be disrespectful to us, a widow and her orphan."
Grandma San and Liu Cuihua, the village chief's wife, exchanged a heavy glance. They accepted the cooked dan dan and left together.
Mu Wanqing and Shangguan Yunxi, their faces dark with anger, closed the courtyard gate and stared at Mo Qingcheng with icy eyes.
"Stepmother, we don't have much food left..."
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