No matter how unwilling the Mo family was, they could not challenge Mo Wennian's authority. After all, she held the power over food.
Fortunately, Mrs. Wang came to help Mo Wennian cook. With someone watching the pot, Mo Wennian could make pancakes with peace of mind.
Mrs. Wang would occasionally interject, asking either how the porridge was made or technical questions like how long it took to bake a pie.
Mo Wennian answered one by one, and said that once she had taught Wang Sao and the others, she could retire.
Mrs. Wang felt that she had benefited a lot, and Mo Wennian was also relieved.
As the Mo family waited, Mo Wennian brought out three plates of pies. Fortunately, there was a large tray in the Mo family's house, otherwise she would not be able to take out so many pies at one time.
Just as everyone was staring at the pie eagerly and ready to take it up the next second, they were stopped by Mo Wennian.
"Go serve the food first."
In an instant, all the hands reaching for the pie withdrew, and the family lined up to get the food.
Mo Wennian looked at their backs and nodded. Not bad. Although they were greedy, they were obedient.
The whole family came out with their own bowls, their hands were burning with heat, but they just couldn't bear to let go.
How to say it, Mo Wennian didn’t understand why they didn’t support the bottom of the bowl. The bottom of the bowl was thicker, so it wouldn’t heat up so quickly, right?
The family shared a large pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and sat obediently at the table, holding the pie in one hand and feeding the porridge into their mouths with a spoon in the other.
Everyone sighed in satisfaction.
Meng Chen continued to eat politely and quickly, and the others felt embarrassed to fight for food. After all, they had basically lost face yesterday. When they thought about it today and saw the filling pies on the table, the others returned to their normal eating habits.
Although the speed is still not slow.
Mo Wennian's prediction was correct. The last few people almost started arguing over the last spoonful of century egg and lean meat porridge.
Mo Wennian pretended not to hear. At least she was full and his wife and children were not hungry, which was good enough.
The younger generation of the Mohist School cleaned up the battlefield, and they only needed to put the bowls in the kitchen.
We had breakfast and everyone was very satisfied. Although not everyone could have three flavors of pie, being able to have two flavors was pretty good too.
This is enough to show how busy Mo Wennian is in the morning.
Mo Wennian thought that everything would be fine after breakfast, but she was overthinking it, because she saw Mrs. Wang bringing out a fruit plate from the kitchen.
Mo Wennian: Pupils of shock. No, is this right? Huh? No, who uses a one-meter-diameter "plate" to place fruit? Is this right?!
After putting the fruit plate on the table, Mrs. Wang looked at her a little embarrassedly, then went back to the kitchen, and then... brought another bowl.
Well, it's hard to comment.
It’s really hard to imagine, there is a small pile of each fruit, even jackfruit, watermelon and the like are prepared in large quantities.
The family sat together and ate again. Mo Wennian touched his stomach and wondered how they could eat so much. Weren’t they full?
Mo Wennian and Meng Chen looked at each other. They didn't see the family showing off their fruits like crazy last night. If they had seen it, they would have been really shocked.
Mo Wennian and his family sat there obediently and watched them eat. Seeing that they had such a good appetite, she felt worried.
Anyway, she was still reminding us yesterday that some fruits could not be kept, but we didn’t see them today. Judging from their performance today, those fruits probably didn’t survive last night.
The family had eaten up all the fruits within fifteen minutes, and Mo Wennian was now numb.
At this rate, they probably won't be able to leave.
Just when Mo Wennian was in a daze thinking about the future, Mo's uncle called Mo Wennian away.
For some reason, Mo Wennian's mood suddenly brightened. Was it finally coming? Was it his family's obstruction, or was it some so-called mismatch?
Meng Chen was also a little nervous. He followed Mo Wennian to the second floor. Although it was a courtyard house decoration, it did not affect the fact that it had several floors.
"What do you want from me?"
Mo Wennian still doesn't know their identities. She just knows they are elders by their appearance, but no one has introduced them to her.
Meng Chen called him uncle obediently.
Mo Wennian was stunned. Hadn't they introduced his wife's identity without telling her? Wouldn't she have to ask Meng Chen who this was when she got home? Wasn't that right?
"Well, sit down first."
Uncle Mo pointed to the seat in front of him and motioned for the two to sit down first.
They sat down as they were told, and both of them sat very well-behaved.
Uncle Mo looked at the well-behaved Mo Wennian. She was completely different from the one in the morning, and also different from the Mo Wennian in his memory.
"It's so rare to see you like this."
Uncle Mo just sighed, then changed the subject and talked about the reason why he called them over.
“We’ve seen your memories, the memories of your trip to Ancient Earth.
That is the inheritance of our Mohist school for thousands of years.
The Mohist school was a traditional large family in ancient Earth. Even after coming to the interstellar space, the Mohist school has always been shining in various fields.
It’s actually not my place to talk about this kind of thing. Your grandparents just went out on their honeymoon recently, and I’m the most suitable person to take charge of the family. What I’m going to say next is very important, and you must take it seriously.
Originally, you should have been teleported back when you lived on ancient Earth until you were eighteen years old. However, for some unknown reason, you experienced the first apocalypse. Although we have been waiting for this opportunity for thousands of years, it still seemed a little unbelievable when it actually happened.
We have all seen your later memories, but it's a pity that you were teleported back when you were gathering to kill the Zombie King. The ending there was that you were killed by the Zombie King.
The variety show you came back to appear on was also arranged by us. We hope you can return to the apocalypse again and bring a glimmer of hope to the ancient Earth.
We bet right, you are indeed the most suitable person.
We Mohists have black soil brought back from the ancient Earth, which is one of the five elements you collected, and the last one, earth.
We all know that you have water balls, fire crystals, wood stones, and gold mines. This is black soil. I hope it can help you.
Now that gold, wood, water, fire and earth are all gathered, we should be able to restore the ancient Earth to its original state. However, thousands of years ago, we lost the correct way to use them. If we want to restore the appearance of the ancient Earth, it all depends on you.
You have to believe that your ability to possess these five elements is definitely not a coincidence; it is destined by heaven, and we also look forward to the ancient Earth returning to its original appearance."
Uncle Mo took out a handful of black soil from an inconspicuous small compartment on the bookshelf. It was full of vitality and was no less than the other four elements.
After Mo Wennian took it, she felt something very strange. Although it was soil, it had strong adhesion. Even if she picked up only a small piece, no soil would fall off. It was magical.
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