Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

"Uh..." It was the first time that Wen Mosheng was so embarrassed in front of the kids. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond to them. He subconsciously looked down at his slightly old yellow T-shirt, then looked up at the kids who were dressed up, and it was indeed a bit out of place.

He stood up and smiled helplessly, secretly sighing that these little guys were really smart and particular about their clothes. "How about I change my clothes, bad dad?" He asked tentatively, with a hint of compromise and flattery in his eyes.

The three kids looked at each other, then nodded, with a hint of triumph in their eyes. Wen Mosheng had no choice but to turn back to his room and pick out clothes again. As he walked, he muttered, "It's not easy to take care of children. I have to think so much about clothes."

In the room, he stood in front of the wardrobe, and was once again in a dilemma. What should he wear to satisfy these little ancestors? He had a bitter smile on his face, but also showed his doting on the children.

Wen Mosheng sighed helplessly, walked into the room with a tired step, and came to the closet full of clothes.

His eyes scanned back and forth among the rows of clothes, as if looking for a "passcode" that would satisfy the children.

Then, he casually took out a black shirt hanging in the closet, unfolded it and compared it to himself, and even adjusted the collar. He asked the children, "How about this one for the bad dad?"

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, hoping to get the children's recognition. He looked like a student waiting for praise from his teacher.

The three little guys immediately gathered around him, like little adults, with their arms crossed in front of their chests, their heads tilted, their chins stroked, and they looked at Wen Mosheng seriously. After a while, they all shook their heads, frowned, and squinted their eyes, saying, "No, this is too old-fashioned! Bad dad looks like an old man in it."

As he spoke, he imitated the way an old man walks, hunching his back and taking two slow steps, which made everyone laugh.

Pianpian also nodded. She tugged at her skirt with her little hands and said, "That's right, it doesn't look good. If you want to go out with us, you should dress up nicely."

Wen Mosheng hung up the shirt in his hand helplessly, muttering, "You guys are really demanding." Then, he took out another white T-shirt with a cartoon pattern on it, tried it on himself, and with a slightly uncertain smile on his face, he consoled himself, "This one should be okay, the cartoon pattern is so cute."

The three kids opened their eyes wide and came closer to take a closer look as if they had discovered a new world. Little Trumpet quickly shook his hands and said loudly: "No, no, this looks too childish on you! Bad Dad is not a child, how can he wear this to go hiking."

Her little face turned red with anxiety and her eyes were wide open, as if there was something seriously wrong with the dress.

Wen Mosheng frowned and thought to himself, "These little guys are only five years old. What do they know how to appreciate?"

But he still didn't say anything, just smiled helplessly. He reached into the closet again, took out a blue casual jacket and put it on his body, gesturing, "What about this one?" His eyes revealed a hint of expectation, hoping that he could get the children's approval this time.

The three kids pouted and shook their heads again. Tun Tun pointed at the clothes and said, "This color is too dark. It doesn't match the beautiful scenery of Shenxian Mountain."

"This one..." Wen Mosheng picked up another plaid shirt. He unfolded the shirt, compared it in front of him again and again, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"This..." Then he put on a sports sweatshirt, jumped twice, and asked, "This is very convenient for exercise. How is it?"

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Wen Mosheng was so tired that he was panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He took out most of the clothes in the big closet, at least a dozen or twenty sets, and threw them all over the floor. But the kids all said they didn't look good, complaining about this and that.

He finally collapsed from exhaustion, and fell on the sofa like a puddle of mud, and asked weakly: "Then you choose, what kind of clothes should the bad dad wear?"

He looked at the three little guys, his eyes full of helplessness and pleading, as if to say, "I really have no other choice, my little ancestors, please forgive me."

At this moment, he was really defeated by these three little picky guys and had no idea what to do.

Little Laba took small steps seriously, holding a tall small square stool tightly in both hands. The stool seemed a little big for her small body.

She dragged the stool in front of the wardrobe with great effort, then jumped with both feet and landed her little butt accurately on the stool. She almost fell down because she used too much force. She looked really funny.

After she sat down firmly, she patted her clothes with both hands, as if preparing for the next "important task", and her look made people laugh.

I saw Xiao Laba carefully standing up on the stool, her toes slightly raised, and she stretched out her arms to search for clothes in the closet.

Her eyes were wide open, sparkling with excitement and curiosity, as if there were countless treasures hidden in the closet waiting for her to discover.

Her little face flushed slightly because of concentration, and her lips were slightly pursed, revealing a serious expression.

Her little hands kept groping in the pile of clothes, and she would carefully examine each piece of clothing she picked up. When she saw a colorful short-sleeved shirt, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she held the clothes in front of her, gesturing left and right, with a satisfied smile on her face.

The corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a row of white little teeth, and her smile was as bright as a flower blooming in spring.

"Look at the little trumpet to pick the most suitable clothes for bad dad!" She said confidently, her voice clear and loud, as if she were a professional fashion stylist.

Then, she continued to search in the closet, and soon, she found another pair of shorts. She held the shorts, her eyes narrowed into slits, as if imagining how her father would look when wearing this set of clothes.

She put the short-sleeved shirt and shorts together and nodded, as if she was very satisfied with her choice.

Then, she picked up the shorts and looked at the length and waistline. She used her hands to measure the size and muttered, "Well, this length is just right. Dad will definitely be very comfortable wearing it."

She put the dress and pants in front of her again and looked at herself in the mirror, with a smug look on her face, as if to say, "The clothes I picked must be the best!"

Then, she started looking for other accessories in the closet to make her father's outfit more perfect. Although her movements were a bit clumsy, they were full of childlike innocence and cuteness, and people couldn't help but praise her seriousness and persistence.