Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1767: Chapter 1747:

"Ah... Why are there no suitable diapers!!!" Luo Qianqian was breaking down over Lin Nianan’s eating, drinking, and diaper changes.

Even the most exquisite bed needs to be changed if it’s been peed on.

Even if it could absorb the moisture, I still need to see it in advance! This kid cries before I know, and the diaper is leaking...

Mo watched quietly from the side: "Seems like you’re not cut out to be a nanny, huh? Can’t even take care of a kid." His words, though leisurely, were a bit irritating.

"Either help out, or shut up and get back to cultivation!!!" Luo Qianqian was feeling fragile, but that didn’t mean she would be bested in words: "Anyway, even if Nine Heavens Pavilion isn’t super wealthy, getting a few nannies isn’t an issue, and my brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts are aplenty, no need to trouble you with the worry!"

"Wow, listen to you. We... won’t mistreat you, we won’t make you go back to Nine Heavens Pavilion to recuperate, right?" Mo spread his hands helplessly and walked forward: "Hand him over, the clothes probably just feel a bit chilly after changing, right? Kids are just particular."

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but give Mo a sidelong glance: "Kids have delicate skin and weak bodies, they haven’t been through anything yet, aren’t they allowed to adapt slowly? Who’s being particular now? You grew up from a kid too."

"Oh oh, little Nianan, don’t cry. I can’t win an argument with your aunt, her little mouth is unbeatable."

Mo gently held Lin Nianan, who gradually stopped crying and even smiled.

"This kid surely can’t be fire attribute." Luo Qianqian was quite helpless too, what more could she do about this?

"Not necessarily, but it seems like he really likes me, huh?" Mo looked at the weakly smiling Lin Nianan and grew a bit fond: "Speaking of which, Shiqi, don’t you think the name sounds like it has something to do with An Hao..."

"Think straight. Lin Jiayou is An Hao’s real big brother, this kid is Brother Jiayou’s real son, what can uncles and nephews possibly have?" If it weren’t for Lin Nianan being in Mo’s hands, Luo Qianqian would’ve kicked him by now!

"And ’An’ in An Hao comes from my mother’s side, it’s a surname, and ’An’ in Nianan means safety, though both names are just their parents’ wishes." Luo Qianqian smirked: "They both hope for peace and health."

"And your name then?" Mo raised an eyebrow.

"...When I was born, my dad ate 17 dumplings out of joy, okay?" Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Mo burst out laughing: "Then when my child is born, I’ll name them Yi Yi because I can probably only eat a tiny bit out of joy."

"Name them Ling Ling instead because you won’t be able to eat anything at all out of joy."

Luo Qianqian looked at the happy Lin Nianan and stretched lazily: "You hold him for now, I’ll go make some food, what do you want to eat?"

"...Besides boiled dumplings, noodles, boiled vegetables, or meat, what else can you make?"

Oh, all that got found out?

There was only a pile of water, and Luo Qianqian could ensure she wouldn’t burn the pot when cooking things in boiling water, avoiding exposing her lack of skills. As for fried rice, that’s because the rice is already cooked, stir-fry the egg, turn off the heat and use the residual heat to finish it.

Of course, this also meant her fried rice never reached the standard of distinct separated grains.

Importantly, sometimes even salt didn’t dissolve completely, some parts were salty, requiring water to balance, while others were too bland, needing endurance.

"Boil..."

"Alright, you hold Nianan, I’ll handle it." Mo sighed: "I’ve figured it out, you rely on abundant ingredients to make it seem like you have more to offer."

Luo Qianqian sat innocently holding Lin Nianan on one side, not being a professional chef, right? It seems like Mom didn’t teach her, and her brother, well... maybe he was self-taught?

"My brother can cook, I’ll have him teach An Hao next time. Wherever I go, An Hao goes, hmm, can I still starve?"

Luo Qianqian pouted slightly dissatisfied, her face serious as if earnestly considering the feasibility of this plan.

"I can cook too, how about taking me?" Mo proposed seriously: "Plus, I’ll learn what I don’t know, I even brought two cookbooks back..."

Luo Qianqian: "..." You’re so leisurely? Bringing cookbooks?

"What’s for dinner?" Mo paused for a moment: "There are kids, maybe..."

"He drinks milk, don’t mess around, kids can’t eat too much adult stuff, it’s too strong." Luo Qianqian pouted: "Eat vegetables, no mushrooms."

"Alright then..." Mo shrugged and then picked up the pot.

After a flurry of activity, two dishes were successfully completed: "I’ve also got bread here, make sandwiches?" Mo suggested.

Luo Qianqian had just lulled Lin Nianan to sleep, stepped out and was stunned, when did potato stir-fried with green beans and eggplant stir-fried with peppers become sandwich fillings?

Even if it’s possible, that’s filling for stuffed buns, isn’t it? What a joke...

"I’ve got... steamed buns here too."

After the two finished eating, Luo Qianqian gave a thumbs up: "Tastes good, deserves praise, five-star review."

"So you might consider taking me with you, it’s cost-effective." Mo maintained a calm face: "And I have high combat power, can protect you."

Luo Qianqian’s exasperation was evident, yet he still hadn’t left the pre-dinner conversation?

"I’ll think about it." Luo Qianqian said helplessly, nodding under Mo’s intense gaze.

Mo immediately curled his lips into a smile: "Speaking of, with the Hundred Flavors Mushroom thing this time, aside from you guys, who else knows? Are there many who know?"

Why suddenly jump to the Hundred Flavors Mushroom?

Luo Qianqian looked puzzled but still nodded: "Ji Lei, Kuang Xiao, the old man, probably a few teachers too? But once an announcement is made, the whole academy will know, won’t it?"

"They won’t." Mo confidently replied: "If it weren’t for your unintended good deed, there would’ve been a storm in the academy soon."

"Is the Hundred Flavors Mushroom very rare? I still have ten left, left to me by Shiliu..." Luo Qianqian swallowed, though she’d never opened them, as the thing seemed kinda creepy.

Even He Wenyu didn’t want to keep them, finding them distasteful.

"Rare? Do you think conditions for growing Hundred Flavors Mushroom are everywhere?" Mo chuckled: "Give them to me, I’ll make some defensive potions for you, otherwise you’ll be just as disdainful of them sitting around."

Luo Qianqian eagerly nodded, certainly disdaining them, no doubt about it.

After handing them to Mo, Luo Qianqian hesitated but eventually asked: "So why is it called Hundred Flavors Mushroom? Does it really have a hundred flavors?"

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