Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Pianpian was not idle either. She was like a nimble little monkey. She took the rag and stepped onto the stool.

She stood on a stool and stretched out her little arms hard to wipe the table. Her arms waving like two twigs swaying in the wind.

The little face became red because of the effort, like a blooming peony, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead, like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning.

When she finished wiping and got down, there were two small footprints on the stool, just like two naughty elves left there. The footprints were small and round, cute and eye-catching.

Xiao Laba was dusting the sofa with a feather duster. She waved the feather duster in her hand like a small windmill, and the feathers were flying in the air like a group of dancing butterflies.

As soon as Pianpian left the table, Xiaolaba shouted at her to wipe the coffee table.

At this moment, Xiao Laba saw the footprints on the stool. Her big eyes suddenly widened even wider, like two copper bells, and she shouted at the top of her voice.

"Sister, some wicked ghost has left footprints on the stool. Please wipe them off."

She shouted so confidently, her voice as loud as thunder, completely unaware that she hadn't noticed that it was Pian Pian who stepped on it.

This unintentionally scolded my sister, who was like a mindless little sparrow, chirping nonsense.

After hearing this, Pianpian rolled her eyes in anger. Her eyes were like two lightning bolts, as if saying, "You little girl, what do you know?"

But she didn't care. After all, time was tight. She walked over and wiped the footprints clean with a rag.

He was still muttering, "Hmph, you're the only one with sharp eyes." His movements were as light as an elegant dancer completing her final curtain call.

As for the little trumpet, he was dusting here and there with a feather duster, pointing at this corner and then that place, looking like a majestic commander.

It was as if she was commanding an army. The feather duster in her hand was like her baton, and she kept shouting, "Hurry up and get it done, handsome dad and handsome pot grandpa are coming soon."

The sound was sharp and urgent, like a little bee buzzing in everyone's ear, and the shrill sound went straight into people's ears.

Pianpian listened to Xiaola's command and felt a little unconvinced. She squinted her eyes like a cunning little fox.

He pouted and said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, every time you do the easiest job, you always give orders!"

She looked cute and funny. She kept wiping the coffee table with her hands. The action of wiping the coffee table was like polishing a precious work of art.

When the little trumpet heard this, he became unhappy and pouted like a little teapot.

He retorted: "If you don't like doing it, you can just not do it, right?"

Her little face was puffed up with anger, like a small balloon filled with air, and the feather duster in her hand was almost deformed by her, as if she was holding the enemy's neck.

Tuntun listened to the two sisters quarreling and said helplessly while sweeping the debris on the floor: "Stop quarreling, stop quarreling, I have finished everything after you are done quarreling."

He looks like a little adult, just like an old monk chanting sutras, with a calm expression on his face, which is really hilarious.

Just then, a car horn sounded from the door. The "beep" sound was like a charge. The sound was clear and loud, like beating the drum of victory.

When the three little guys heard this, they shouted excitedly, "Handsome Dad and Handsome Grandpa are here!"

Then he swung the things in his hand with clanging and crackling sounds, like three small flashes of lightning, and as fast as a gust of wind, the tiny body rushed out.

He looked so anxious, as if he couldn't wait to jump into the arms of handsome dad and handsome grandpa, just like a bird eager to return to its nest.

Fenghua and Yan Xiaoji stood aside, their eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, the corners of their mouths raised high, revealing a row of white teeth. They laughed out loud at the sight of the three little guys getting busy.

Shouted: "Look at you little brats, you threw the broom, duster, and rag everywhere, you can't just throw them around like that, haha..."

Fenghua covered her stomach with her hands as she spoke, her body leaning forward slightly, while Yan Xiaoji laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and he kept wiping the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

After hearing this, the two little guys looked at each other helplessly and shrugged at the same time. Their expressions were like those of two little adults, full of helplessness.

Then, he walked over slowly and bent down to pick up the things on the ground. Tuntun held a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other, Xiaolaba carried a feather duster, and Pianpian held a rag, and they ran to the yard behind the kitchen.

They ran and shouted, "Here we come, here we come!" Their backs were so childish and cute, just like a group of little penguins hurrying on their way.

In the kitchen, Hua Shu was standing in front of the chopping board, carefully arranging the fruits like an artist.

She frowned slightly, her eyes focused as if she was staring at a rare treasure, and her slender fingers moved flexibly, arranging the fruits one by one neatly and beautifully.

Sometimes she picked up a fruit and looked at it carefully, and sometimes she tilted her head to examine the overall layout, as if she was creating a unique work of art.

Yan Xiaojie was not idle either. She was busy in front of the stove, like a well-trained tea artist.

She quickly picked up the kettle, turned on the faucet, and clear water rushed into the kettle. Then she put the kettle on the stove and lit the fire with a "click".

She turned around and took out the tea leaves from the cupboard, opened the package, leaned in to smell it, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, her eyes flashed with anticipation, and she prepared to make tea.

At this time, the three little guys came in chirping like three happy little birds, leading their handsome dad and handsome grandpa Pot.

Xiao Laba held Liu Duan's hand, his eyes sparkling like two twinkling stars, and he looked up with a smile on his face and said, "Handsome dad, come this way, come and sit down!"

Tuntun held Liu Tongguo's arm and shouted in his childish voice as they walked: "Grandpa Shuaiguo, the sofa is here. It's so soft and comfortable to sit on!"

Pianpian was skipping in front, leading the way, and from time to time he turned back and called out, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The sound was sweet and crisp, as tempting as a freshly picked peach, and the whole house was filled with their joy.

Fenghua was like a hard-working bee. She walked briskly to the table and picked up the colorful fruit bowl that her mother had carefully prepared with both hands, with a proud expression on her face.

He carefully brought the fruit bowl to the table, as if he was holding a fragile treasure.

The fruit bowl was like a magic box filled with treasures, colorful and exuding an enticing fruity aroma.

Fenghua said to Liu Tongguo with a smile on her face: "Uncle Liu, come and try the fruits we grow here. They are so sweet!" As she said that, she blinked and looked at Liu Tongguo with anticipation.