Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

In the afternoon, Fengli no longer went to Hongpo Market to look for scraps. She went to the road towards Dongshan instead. She had a good harvest in the afternoon. She was back at five o'clock just in time to cook.

Inside the house, Pianpian was chasing Xiaolaba in the corridor, and Xiaolaba was holding a delicious cake in his hand. Although Pianpian was a head taller than Xiaolaba, with longer legs and feet, he was slow and couldn't catch up.

"That's mine, that's mine, give it to me."

Little Trumpet was running while wiggling her butt: "Hey, hey, hey, I got it, it's mine!" She ran to the table and wiggled her butt towards Pian Pian, teasing: "I can't catch up, I can't catch up, I can't catch up..."

Pian Pian was so angry that she wanted to cry, but she still shouted and chased and insisted: "It's mine, give it to me, bring it here quickly."

Fengli was out of breath, and this "little bandit" started to act up again. He always relied on his fast running speed to tease his sister. Pianpian was also a stubborn girl. She would definitely get what she wanted if she decided on it.

Pianpian's grandmother, Xiaolaba's grandmother, limped out of the room quickly.

"Pian Pian, there is another cake here, the same one, why don't you give it to her?"

Pian Pian chased after him while shouting, "No no, I want that one! I want that one!"

Grandma coaxed, "I'll give you two, and she'll eat that one."

Pian Pian stopped and stamped her feet: "No, no, I want that one, I want that one."

Grandma also lost her temper and started to curse: "These cakes are all the same, from the same brand. Is there any one that smells better?"

When the bald little monk heard that there were two eggs to eat, she jumped up her little legs and waved to her grandmother: "Grandma, give me two eggs, and I'll give this one to my sister!"

Grandma smiled immediately: "My little monk is really smart and sensible. Come on, give that piece to your sister, and these two pieces are for you!"

Feng Li wanted to go over and slap her on the butt. Although the matter was resolved, Feng Li felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she didn't know why, and couldn't tell.

In the evening, we fried fish. This fish was sent by Fengli's father's old classmate from the next village. It was a big silver carp, weighing at least 7-8 catties. Fengli washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker to cook. Then she cut the fish into pieces and marinated them with salt for half an hour. During this time, she went to the vegetable garden behind the house to pick some amaranth, washed them, and started frying the fish...

The aroma of fried fish wafted in the air, and then I heard the little monk's voice coming from the bedroom across the corridor.

"Wow! It smells so good! Mommy cooked some delicious food."

This dog has a really good nose. Pianpian walked over slowly, sniffing.

"Aunt, what are you cooking?" She stretched her neck to look into the pot, from which the sound of frying and splashing could be heard from time to time.

Fengli pulled her behind him and said, "Be careful, the oil might get in your eyes!"

The little monk came over without knowing when. She jumped and looked into the pot: "Let me see how the oil is coming out."

Fortunately, there was no oil or water splashing out of the frying pan. Feng Li quickly turned off the fire. The fish had been fried until both sides were golden brown. She took a clean large iron plate, scooped up the fried fish and put it on the plate, then put it on the table.

The two of them followed the aroma and came to the table.

The kitten cried out, "Auntie, can I eat it?" He kept licking his lips and reached out to take it.

"Hey, hey, hey, Pianpian, that's hot, wait until it cools down before eating!" Feng Li reached out to hold her back. But the bald monk couldn't hold her back. Feng Li took a breath and shouted, "Stop it, little trumpet!"

Seeing that something dangerous was about to happen, Feng Li saw that the little monk couldn't reach the plate in the middle of the table even if he stood on tiptoe. He patted his chest and secretly rejoiced.

But the little monk refused to give up and said in a coquettish manner, "It's hot, I want to eat it too!"

"Don't eat hot food. It will burn your mouth, throat, and intestines. How will you eat in the future?"

Xiao Laba quickly retracted his hands, rubbed his hands carefully and asked: "Mom, if it is burned, will it hurt?"

Feng Li nodded as he heated the pot: "Yeah, it hurts a lot! It hurts like a pig being slaughtered!"

The little trumpet was scared and took two steps back: "Then, will I die?"

"If it's burned, he won't be able to eat anything. He will definitely die!"

She clasped her hands behind her back and took two steps back: "Then I'll wait until it's cold before eating!"

Watching his mother put the fish into the pot, Little Trumpet asked, "Mom, is it ready to eat?"

Feng Li didn't even turn her head, "No!"

The two children were lying on the table, looking at the pot of fragrant fried fish and waiting...

Just as the second pot of fish was put in, the little speaker began to broadcast again: "Ah, mom, is it cold?"

And Pianpian seemed to be more patient as she had been waiting there.

Fengli continued, "No. Mom will tell you when it's cold!" She turned on the fire and started frying. After a while, there was no movement, and she secretly looked back.

That little bald girl, I don't know when she got a pair of chopsticks in her hands. She only knows how to use a spoon, and she used the chopsticks into an X shape, which made it impossible to pick up anything.

The other one had long arms and legs, and she had learned how to use troops at some point. If the enemy didn't move, she wouldn't move. If the enemy moved, she would also attack. She poked the fried fish pieces with her index finger to test the temperature.

Alas! Fengli sighed, really she didn't need to be taught how to eat. When the two little guys heard her voice, they immediately retracted their hands and hid behind their backs.

At this time, the sound of frying fish came from the pan. Feng Li kept turning the iron pan to fry the fish evenly. The aroma spread.

The two little guys kept sniffing their noses: "Ah, it smells so good." Their saliva kept flowing out.

The little trumpet shouted, "Mom, my saliva has dried up, can't I eat this delicious food?"

"Wait a little longer!" In this hot day, although the outside of the fried food is already cold, the inside is still hot. If children want to eat it, they have to wait until it is completely cold. First, to prevent burning their mouths, and second, to prevent getting angry.

The two little guys lay back on the table, continuing to swallow their saliva. Finally unable to hold back, the younger sister picked up a chopstick and poked around. The older sister continued to poke around with her fingers, trying to pick up a piece, and immediately threw it back down. It was indeed still very hot.

My sister whispered, "Why did you pick it up and throw it down again?"

Her sister glanced at her and replied, "It's hot!"

My sister handed me the chopsticks: "Use chopsticks!"

Sister: "It's too hot to eat."

"Little fool, take it out and blow on it, it will cool down!"

The elder sister's eyes lit up when she heard it. She immediately picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of fish from the basin. She opened her mouth and blew it. The younger sister also came over, stood on tiptoe and pursed her lips. The two of them blew together. After blowing for a while, she reached out to try the trumpet, grabbed the fish piece and ran away...