Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

"Mom has booked a private room at Grandma's Restaurant!" Little Trumpet tilted his head back, trying to recall what he had just said, blinking his eyes. His long eyelashes flickered like two small fans.

"No! The last sentence!" Wen Mosheng put his hands on his waist, panting, his eyes revealing anxiety. His chest rose and fell violently, as if he had just experienced an intense run.

The little trumpet stuck out his tongue and said mischievously, "Uncle-in-law!"

"Who told you to yell like that!" Wen Mosheng clenched his fists, pretending to be angry, his face became even gloomier. There was a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, as if he would explode at any time.

Seeing this, Xiao Loudspeaker quickly raised his phone to his mouth, and screamed, his face full of grievance, tears rolling in his eyes, like dewdrops on the grass in the morning. "Mom, my bad dad is mean to me!"

Fengli's blaming voice came from the phone immediately: "Wen Fuerdai, what are you doing?" The voice was full of love for Xiao Laba and dissatisfaction with Wen Mosheng. The tone was full of blame, as if she was defending Xiao Laba.

Wen Mosheng was enjoying the interaction with the baby when he suddenly heard Fengli's familiar voice. Hey, as if he was under a spell, he immediately threw away his hands and rushed over like a gust of wind. His eyes were full of eagerness, and he was so flustered that he held the trumpet tightly in his arms.

The little body of Little Trumpet was trembling slightly in his arms, and there were still traces of tears on her rosy little face.

Wen Mosheng felt so distressed that a dazzling smile instantly blossomed on his face. He said softly, "Nong Erya, I'm playing with our baby who is as cute as a little angel! Don't cry, bad baby!"

That gentle tone seemed to be able to melt the hardest ice in the world. He stretched out his slender white fingers and carefully wiped away the tears on Xiao Trumpet's face. Xiao Trumpet pursed his lips, and tears were still flashing in his eyes. Wen Mosheng hurriedly shook him gently, and one hand gently stroked Xiao Trumpet's back, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

While coaxing the little speaker softly, Wen Mosheng picked up the phone and frowned like the surface of a lake blown by the breeze. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he shouted loudly: "No matter what I do, you can't ask the babies to change my name! This is so uncomfortable."

At this moment, he looked like a child who had suffered a great injustice, with his mouth pouted high, which made people laugh. His fingers slid lightly on the screen of the mobile phone, his eyes were full of confusion, and he seemed to be racking his brains to think about something.

Feng Li on the other end of the phone said in a serious tone: "You'll get used to it. Why are you making such a fuss? How's Feng Qin?"

When Wen Mosheng heard Feng Qin's name, the embarrassing things that happened between him and Feng Qin this morning instantly emerged in his mind. His face was so unnatural, his eyes kept dodging, and he stammered, "No, no, it's okay! I'll be out soon."

His heart beat faster involuntarily, as if there was a naughty deer running rampant in his heart.

"Come to the Ninth Jiaqing Restaurant after you've finished your checkup. A surprise is waiting for you! Hurry up! No time to waste!"

Fengli's voice was full of mystery. Little Trumpet listened, looked at Wen Mosheng with a smile, his eyes curved into cute crescents, and said in a baby voice: "Congratulations to the bad dad for his successful transformation!"

Wen Mosheng's face was full of confusion, his eyes wide open, and he asked loudly: "What transformation?" He secretly thought that something was wrong, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry, as if the end of the world was about to come, and he knew that something big must be happening.

He tangled his fingers in his hair mindlessly, lost in deep thought.

The Ninth Jiaqing Restaurant was the ninth chain restaurant carefully built by Wen Mosheng's mother! Time flies quietly. More than half a year has passed since the new opening. Now it is so bustling with customers and guests.

The exterior of the restaurant is decorated in an extremely grand and elegant manner. The golden signboard sparkles in the sunlight, as if showing off its luxury to people.

Walking into the restaurant, you will see exquisite tables and chairs placed in the spacious and bright hall. The red carpet is soft and thick, and it feels like walking on clouds, making you feel an ultimate luxurious texture.

In an elegantly decorated private room, Fengli, her parents, her brother Fenghua and Yan Xiaojie were sitting on the sofa in the room chatting happily. Fengli's mouth corners were raised, and her eyes were curved like the crescent moon in the night sky. From time to time, she let out a clear and crisp laugh like a silver bell, as if it could purify people's souls.

She placed her hands gently on her knees and leaned forward slightly. She looked so focused, listening to everyone's conversation with full concentration. Fengli's parents smiled at their children, their eyes full of love, like warm sunshine shining on the earth.

Fengli's father leaned slightly on the sofa, one hand on the armrest, the other hand gently stroking his chin, as if he was recalling something super interesting, his expression was mysterious. Fengli's mother sat elegantly, her hands folded on her legs, her eyes were so gentle that they could drip water, looking at the children, as if she was appreciating a beautiful painting.

Brother Fenghua looked relaxed, talking in a low voice with Yan Xiaojie, with a faint smile on his face, that smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel particularly comfortable. Fenghua's eyes were bright and deep, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a confident charm. Yan Xiaojie tilted her head slightly, listening to Fenghua attentively, her eyes full of admiration and love, like a little fan looking at her idol. Wen Mosheng's parents, Wen Jiahao and his wife Li Zhuoqing were also among them. They had a great conversation. Wen Jiahao told some interesting stories with a beaming face, and his hands gestured from time to time, as if he was painting a wonderful picture. Li Zhuoqing listened with a smile, and laughed heartily from time to time, that laughter seemed to penetrate the wall and infect everyone who passed by.

There was a gleam of wisdom in Li Xiuqing's eyes. She nodded slightly, agreeing with Wen Jiahao's words. She looked so elegant.

Outside, Wen Mosheng drove a black car slowly to the Ninth Jiaqing Restaurant. The car shone with metallic luster in the sun, and the lines of the car body were smooth and elegant, like a black horse.

As soon as the car stopped, three lively and cute kids happily climbed out of the car and ran straight to the restaurant like ponies running away from their reins. Their faces were filled with excited smiles and their eyes were shining with curiosity, as if they were full of desire to explore the world.