Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

This is a quiet and vibrant little lake, surrounded by lush trees. The branches and leaves of the trees are as luxuriant as big green umbrellas. The layers of leaves sway gently in the gentle breeze, making rustling sounds, as if whispering unknown secrets.

The sunlight is like golden threads, filtering through the gaps in the leaves and forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the lake. The light and shadows flash with charming golden light as the waves ripple, like countless tiny pieces of gold jumping on the water.

Little Trumpet was lying on the foam boat, wearing a cute little swimsuit, and his chubby little hands were paddling happily in the water like a small palm leaf fan. Every time he waved his little hands, it would bring up a splash of water, which was like a group of naughty elves, jumping happily in the air and then pounced on Feng Qin.

The little trumpet's eyes, as bright as stars, were full of innocence and confusion. His eyes were wide open, his long eyelashes were fluttering, his little mouth was opening and closing, his cheeks were puffed up, and he said confidently: "Auntie, why are you shy? The adults on TV kiss so many times a day, can't you be bolder?"

Feng Qin was wearing a light-colored floral swimsuit. After hearing what Xiao Laba said, she looked at him with both anger and amusement. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, like two gently trembling willow leaves, and her eyes were shining with complex light. There was both helplessness towards Xiao Laba's childish words and shyness after being teased by the little guy.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, like the sunset in the sky quietly climbing up her face. They were already used to this, after all, there were too many romantic dramas on TV programs nowadays.

Feng Qin thought to himself that he should watch less romantic dramas in front of the children in the future! As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Feng Qin stretched out his hands and kicked his legs like a nimble little fish, diving into the water in an instant, leaving only a small ripple when he entered the water.

Pianpian's big eyes like black gems blinked, and her long eyelashes were like two small fans, fluttering as if she was thinking about some important issue.

He tilted his head, and the strands of hair beside his ears swayed with his movements. Then he asked in a baby voice, "What should we do? They are all shy and hid in the water."

Little Trumpet stood straight with his hands on his hips, like a little leader. His small chest was held high, like a proud little rooster. He waved his hands in the air, and the small silver bracelet on his wrist made a slight jingle as he moved. He said calmly, "It's okay, we'll see what happens later!"

Three pairs of bright eyes were like searchlights, staring closely at the shimmering water. There seemed to be little flames hidden in those eyes, flickering back and forth, full of expectation and a hint of cunning.

At this time, in the bushes by the lake, several unknown insects were chirping happily, their voices rising and falling, as if playing a unique background music for this interesting little farce. The grass in the bushes was very lush and green, with crystal clear dewdrops hanging on the tips of the grass, like sparkling little pearls under the sunlight.

"Why don't the little aunt and the bad dad come out? Don't they need some fresh air?" Little Trumpet frowned, and a small "chuan" character was squeezed out between his eyebrows. There was a look of worry in his eyes, and that worry was like a layer of light mist covering his eyes. His voice also unconsciously rose a little, and the sound echoed on the lake.

"Don't worry, people can stay in the water for a minute! Mommy said so!" Tun Tun replied in a baby voice. His little face was round and plump, like a plump little apple, full of confidence, and his mouth bulged when he spoke, which was very cute.

"How long is one minute?" Pian Pian tilted his head, his ears almost touching his shoulders, his eyes full of curiosity, like two clear springs sparkling with doubtful ripples. His little finger was still on his chin, tapping gently, his little finger was round and his nails were neatly trimmed.

"Listen to mom, if we count to 60 it will be one minute!" Little Trumpet said loudly, shaking his little head, and the soft hair on his head also shook.

"Okay then, let's count to 60 and then my aunt and bad dad will come out, hehe!" Pianpian clapped her hands until they turned red and said excitedly.

"Yes!" Little Trumpet nodded vigorously, his head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

So the three little guys counted quickly without stopping -

“1、2、3、4、5、6、7、8……58、59、60！好啦！”三个小家伙的声音清脆响亮，就像山间跳跃的百灵鸟在歌唱，回荡在平静的水面上。

Unfortunately, the water surface was still very calm, without a single ripple, like a huge mirror. Neither Feng Qin nor Wen Mosheng emerged from the water.

Tuntun was wearing a cute little yellow duck swimsuit, and his face instantly turned pale, like a piece of white paper. His eyes were instantly filled with fear, and that fear quickly spread like a surging tide.

He was so scared that he shouted, "Help! Help!" Tuntun shouted while shouting at the people passing by on the shore on the foam boat.

The little trumpet and Pian Pian's clear children's voices also shouted loudly, and the sound echoed on the lake: "Help, help, help..."

Little Laba's face turned red, his eyes were as big as copper bells, full of fear, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and he looked like a frightened little animal.

Pianpian's lips were also trembling slightly, tears were in her eyes, and her little hands were tightly grasping the edge of the foam boat, until her knuckles turned white.

At this moment, the lake surface, which was originally as calm as a mirror, seemed to be disturbed by the sudden cry for help. Ripples appeared on the lake water, spreading outward in circles, as if it was also uneasy about the dangerous situation. The water plants on the bottom of the lake also swayed with the water flow, as if silently telling of the panic.

People on the shore heard the cries for help and ran over. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, some were wearing slippers, and they almost fell down in their haste.

They saw only three children shouting in the small foam boat on the slightly deeper lake. The adults immediately showed dissatisfaction and blame on their faces. Some frowned, their eyebrows were almost twisted into knots, and there was anger in their eyes, as if they could spit fire; some pouted, their faces full of disgust, and kept muttering.

An atmosphere of blame and dissatisfaction permeated the crowd. Everyone was whispering and talking, and the noisy sound buzzed on the shore.