Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Qin Yi felt inexplicably irritated when she thought of the fake Taoist priest. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and said angrily, "Humph, it's so disgusting! Do you believe the lies of that fake Taoist priest?" As she spoke, she rolled her eyes at Ruan Qingshu, almost as hard as a backflip.

Ruan Qingshu glanced at her, with an awkward smile on his face. With food still in his mouth, he said incoherently, "Oh, how would I know he was a fake? I just chatted with him for a short while, and when I heard him say he could predict disasters, I thought I'd let you try it! See if it works!"

Actually, Ruan Qingshu paid someone to pretend to be a Taoist priest, but unfortunately he was discovered so quickly. She secretly complained in her heart: This idiot, how could he be exposed so quickly!

Seeing Qin Yi's angry look, Ruan Qingshu hurriedly comforted her with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, forget it, you didn't lose a piece of meat anyway! Just think of it as a joke between the two of us and a lesson! Eat quickly! After you're full, let's find a place to take a nap and then go home!" As he said that, he picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Qin Yi's bowl.

Qin Yi thought so too. It was better to go home quickly after such a miserable trip. She felt uncomfortable without Liu Duan by her side. She lowered her head and prepared to finish the bowl of lotus seed soup in one gulp before leaving.

Ruan Qingshu was still wondering in her heart. She frowned and asked carefully while eating, "Hey, Qinyi, why are you so thoughtful? I saw that the Taoist priest had no flaws, but I didn't expect you to see through him! How did you find out?"

Qin Yi sneered, folded her hands across her chest, and said, "Humph, it wasn't me who discovered it. It was that naughty little trumpet who was curious about his long beard and used it as a swing! He ended up pulling off his fake beard!"

"What?" Ruan Qingshu was so angry that she slammed the table, shaking the dishes. Her face was as red as an apple, her eyes were as big as copper bells, and she shouted at the top of her voice: "If I run into this unruly little brat again, I will spank her butt into eight pieces! Humph!"

Qin Yi rolled her eyes at her and said unhappily, "Come on, you only know how to blame the kid. If he hadn't discovered that the fake Taoist priest was trying to trick people, would we still be in the dark?"

Ruan Qingshu knew he was in the wrong, so he grumbled and said quietly, "I'm doing this for your own good, but you took my kindness for granted!"

Qin Yi shook her head helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking, just finish eating and leave!"

Everyone was full, sitting around the table, drinking tea leisurely, talking to each other. Liu Tongguo looked anxious, and asked impatiently: "Fengli, what do you think we should do about this?" His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like deep ravines. His eyes were fixed on Fengli, as if to say: "Give me a reliable idea quickly!"

"I think this photo should be sent to Brother Liu Duan and let him deal with it himself. Qinyi dare not lose her temper with Liu Duan!" Fengli said slowly with a smile on her face and confidence in her eyes.

"Yes! We can't interfere in the affairs between them. It's best to let them solve it themselves!" Fengli's father nodded. He touched his chin with a serious face and a thoughtful expression.

Liu Tongguo screamed, "Ah, this won't do. My kid has bronchitis! He wouldn't dare to tell anyone even if he saw it!" He was so anxious that he stamped his feet and waved his hands in the air, looking like an ant on a hot pan.

Feng Li laughed, her laughter was clear and hearty: "Don't worry, trust me! I'll send it to him. Brother Liu Duan will naturally have a way to solve this problem! Otherwise, he would have been a policeman in vain!" Her smile was as bright as the sun, full of reassuring power.

"That's right, Brother Liu, just trust Fengli! You can't go wrong by listening to him!" Fengli's mother also echoed from the side. She had a kind face and her eyes were full of trust in Fengli.

Little Trumpet giggled and said, "Send the talented photos I took to handsome dad! He will surely be very happy to see them!" The little guy's eyes were shining and his face was filled with anticipation, thinking that he would get his dad's praise again.

Feng Li thought about it and felt that this was a good idea, so she sent several distinctive photos, including the Sky-Covering Finger, the Lonely Stone, the Blind Leaf, etc., to Liu Duan first.

Liu Tongguo still had a worried look on his face, and he kept muttering, "Will this work? Will this work?"

Feng Li comforted him, "Old Liu, don't worry, Brother Liu Duan will definitely be able to handle it. If he can't handle it well, I still have a backup plan!"

Fengli's father also said: "Old Liu, don't worry, let's see what Liu Duan says first."

At this time, Tuntun and Pianpian also came over. Tuntun blinked his big eyes and said, "Shuai Dad will definitely find a way to handle it." Pianpian nodded and said, "Yes, yes!"

Liu Tongguo sighed helplessly, sat down, picked up the teacup and took a big gulp.

Feng Li quickly sent the dozen or so unique photos to Liu Duan, and specially noted in the email that these were taken by the talented Xiao Laba and specially sent to his handsome father.

Liu Duan had been busy for most of the day and returned home tired. When he opened his email and saw the photos, he couldn't help laughing.

Since he met the kids, his life seemed to be injected with endless vitality, filled with endless joy and warmth. His face was filled with a smile as bright as the sun, his eyes were shining with joy, and the happiness from the heart seemed to infect everything around him.

With great pride, he carefully captioned each photo with a line of words: "This little trumpet is given to handsome dad as a treasure!" He also added a picture of a happy smile, as if to let the whole world know how happy he was at the moment.

The pictures taken by Xiao Laba were like magical funhouse mirrors, making Liu Duan laugh in the kitchen, reverberate in the living room, and linger in the bedroom. He looked at those pictures, some blurry and some unique, and his heart was filled with love for Xiao Laba's innocence.

However, when he saw a serious photo at last, the wanton smile on his face immediately stopped. The little trumpet finally took a perfect photo! Liu Duan's eyes were full of surprise and relief. He looked at the photo carefully, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

At this time, Feng Li wrote at the end of the email: "I have used up all the space in my mobile phone, and finally cultivated to become an immortal!" When Liu Duan saw this, he couldn't help laughing again, imagining Feng Li's helpless yet somewhat doting expression.