Mo Qingcheng cut the mooncakes into small pieces: red bean paste, egg yolk, lotus seed paste, and mixed nuts—four flavors in total.
Bai Ziming is the best at teasing people. The little guy is quick-witted and nimble, grabbing two pieces of each, shoveling them into his bowl, and then turning around and leaving.
Everyone: "..."
"Fifth brother, be careful not to overdo it!" Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore and rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Delicious!" Bai Ziming sat down with a smile, happily eating the mooncake.
The other children were courteous and yielding, finishing one piece before eating the next.
Bai Yueniang handed one to Old Man Bai, and Third Grandma and Liu Cuihua each had one. For a moment, the only sound was the eating of mooncakes.
"Oh my, Mo family girl, this stuff is so delicious, so soft and tender, the elders in the family will definitely love it."
“Cuihua is right, this old woman is so lucky to have such a delicious meal.”
"Mother, the five-nut filling is the best!" Shangguan Yunxi blinked and took another small piece.
Mo Qingcheng nodded: "The filling of the five-nut filling is too small. It's enough for the family to have a good meal..."
"Sister Mo, aren't we going to earn less money?" Bai Yueniang asked with a regretful expression.
"Next year, but we'll have cake..." Mo Qingcheng's watery eyes sparkled.
"A cake? Is it easy to make?"
"Okay, I'll do it tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow? No way, let's do it right away, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight!" Bai Yueniang was eager to try.
Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated, and ultimately conceded defeat.
Half an hour later, a large group of girls followed Mo Qingcheng and Bai Yueniang straight to the small kitchen.
Liu Cuihua sighed softly, "It's a pity I can't participate."
"Cuihua, people should be content. Let's hurry up and prepare the meal." Third Grandma shook her head. Who wouldn't want to go?
Liu Cuihua awkwardly touched her nose, "Third Grandma, I know..."
The two chatted idly while busy cooking.
Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng glanced helplessly at the long tail behind her, and a few words flashed through her mind: Little devil.
Pour the flour into a bowl according to the ratio, beat the eggs, add sugar, stir, pour into a mold, and bake in the oven...
Several children participated throughout the event. Bai Ziming arrived late and caused all sorts of trouble, getting himself covered in flour, which made everyone laugh.
An hour later, the cake was freshly baked. Mo Qingcheng cut it into small pieces, and everyone took a bite. Bai Zimo was still not satisfied.
"Mother, is there any more?"
"have."
"Can I have another piece?"
"Mother is still useful, let's eat first... Is that alright?" Mo Qingcheng replied, mimicking Bai Zimo's tone.
The little guy looked at Mo Qingcheng with dissatisfaction: "Mommy, you have to compensate me for the emotional distress caused by mooncakes."
"puff!"
"Cough cough!"
Wait, let the tears flow for a while...
Bai Ziming is the family's undisputed source of joy, and he truly lives up to that reputation.
The little one breathed a sigh of relief; his mother wasn't angry...
Shangguan Yichen presented a portion to the two clan leaders; it was soft, sweet, and delicious, and the two praised it highly.
The next day, after breakfast, Mo Qingcheng, along with Bai Yueniang, Shangguan Yichen, and Mu Wanqing, arrived in town and headed straight for Zuixianlou.
When Qian Mansheng heard from the waiter that Madam Mo had arrived, he put down the account book in his hand and hurried out to greet her: "Madam Mo."
"Manager Qian, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, I've come to give you a gift." Mo Qingcheng gestured for Shangguan Yichen to hand the gift box in his hand to Qian Mansheng.
Qian Mansheng was slightly taken aback, then quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Madam Mo."
"Uncle Qian, these are mooncakes and cakes made by my mother. They're so delicious! Would you like to try some? If you don't like them, I'll take them back..." The little girl blinked her starry eyes, her face full of innocence.
Qian Mansheng was amused: "Good, good, good!"
"Really?" Mu Wanqing happily hugged the gift box to her chest, looking at Qian Mansheng warily.
Qian Mansheng: "..."
"Uncle Qian, you can't go back on your word..." The little girl's eyes darted around as she followed him upstairs.
Bai Yueniang barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing as the young boy lit a candle for Qian Mansheng. Mo Qingcheng didn't expose him; the little girl's brilliant assistance was sure to win over Manager Qian...
Tea and snacks were served. Mu Wanqing opened the gift box, broke off a piece of mooncake, and ate it with relish. Instantly, a faint fragrance filled the room, making one's mouth water.
"Qing'er, may Uncle have a taste?"
"No, you can't..."
"puff!"
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