Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng cut the mooncakes into small pieces, with red bean paste, egg yolk, lotus paste, and five kernels, in four flavors.

The teaser was Bai Zimo, the little guy had quick eyesight and quick hands, he pulled two yuan each into the bowl, turned around and left with it.

Everyone: "..."

"Fifth brother, be careful!" Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore, and rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Delicious!" Bai Zimo sat beside him with a smile, eating mooncakes happily.

The rest of the little ones were modest, and they ate one piece before eating another.

Bai Yueniang handed it to Father Bai, and the third grandma shared the same piece as Liu Cuihua, and there was only the sound of eating mooncakes for a while.

"Oh, sister of the Mo family, this food is really delicious. It's soft and weak. The old people in the family will definitely like it."

"Cuihua is right, my wife is lucky."

"Mother, the one with five kernels is the best!" Shangguan Yunxi blinked and took another small piece.

Mo Qingcheng nodded: "There are too few fillings for the five kernels, as long as my family is full of food..."

"Sister Mo, aren't we making less money?" Bai Yueniang looked regretful.

"Come next year, but we have a cake..." Mo Qingcheng's watery eyes shone brightly.

"Cake? Do you want to make it?"

"Well, do it tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? No, no, let's do it later, or I won't be able to sleep at night!" Bai Yueniang was eager to try.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry, and was defeated.

Half an hour later, the girl Wu Yangyang followed behind Mo Qingcheng and Bai Yueniang, and went straight to the small kitchen.

Liu Cuihua sighed softly: "It's a pity that I can't participate."

"Cuihua, people must be content, let's arrange meals quickly." The third grandma shook her head, who doesn't want to go?

Liu Cuihua rubbed her nose embarrassingly, "Third Grandma, I know..."

While chatting, the two were busy cooking.

Let's say that Mo Qingcheng glanced helplessly at the long tail behind him, and a few big words floated in his mind: Xiaozuojing.

Pour the flour into the pot according to the proportion, beat the eggs, add sugar, stir, pour into the mold, and put it in the oven...

Several children participated in the whole process. Bai Zimo was late and made all kinds of troubles, making his body covered in flour. Everyone laughed.

An hour later, the cake was freshly baked, and Mo Qingcheng cut it into small pieces, each of them tasted two mouthfuls, and Bai Zimo couldn't get enough of it.

"Mother, is there any more?"

"Have."

"Eat another piece, can you?"

"Mother is still useful, let's eat first...is that okay?" Mo Qingcheng responded in the same tone as Bai Zimo.

The little guy looked at Mo Qingcheng with dissatisfaction: "Mother, you have to compensate me for the mental loss of mooncakes."

"puff!"

"Cough cough!"

Wait, let the tears fly for a while...

Bai Zimo is recognized as a pistachio in the family, and it really wasn't built.

The little guy breathed a sigh of relief, the mother was not angry...

Shangguan Yichen gave a copy to the two patriarchs. It was soft, glutinous and sweet, and articulate. The two were full of praise.

The next day, after breakfast, Mo Qingcheng brought Bai Yueniang, Shangguan Yichen and Mu Wanqing to the town, and went straight to Zuixian Tower.

When Qian Mansheng heard that the younger brother said Mrs. Mo was here, he dropped the account book in his hand and hurried out to greet him: "Mrs. Mo."

"Treasurer Qian, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, here to give you a gift." Mo Qingcheng signaled Shangguan Yichen to give the gift box in his hand to Qian Mansheng.

Qian Mansheng was slightly stunned, and quickly thanked: "Thank you Madam Mo."

"Uncle Qian, these are mooncakes and cakes made by my mother. They are delicious. Would you like to try them? 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: "Okay!"

"Really?" Mu Wanqing happily held the gift box in her arms and looked at Qian Mansheng warily.

Qian Mansheng: "..."

"Uncle Qian, you can't go back on your word..." The little girl rolled her eyes and followed her up to the second floor.

Bai Yueniang resisted the urge to laugh, and the little boy lit a candle for Qian Mansheng.Mo Qingcheng doesn't make any mistakes, the little girl is a godly assist, and she is not afraid that the treasurer Qian won't be tempted...

Tea and snacks were brought to the table. Mu Wanqing opened the gift box, broke a piece of mooncake, and ate it with relish. Immediately, a faint fragrance wafted in the room, making mouth watering.

"Sister Qing, can Uncle have a taste?"

"that's not allowed……"

"puff!"