Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    The emotions in his eyes were very complicated and seemed to be difficult to describe…


  Mo Yangyang saw that he was still the same as before. She smiled and said, ""Why are you standing there? Hurry up and go to work. Do you want your salary to be deducted…It hasn't been open for a few days, so the shop has to be cleaned both inside and outside…"


  Surprise flashed across Little Chu's face, but he quickly nodded hard and turned around to get busy.


  Mo Yangyang looked at Little Chu's busy back and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.


  Today, Little Chu seemed to be more diligent than usual. From the moment he entered the door to the moment Old Zhang and Old Zhao returned from the market, he did not stop for a moment.


  Little Chu helped to transport the ingredients into the kitchen.


  Mo Yangyang wrote down the main dishes of the day on the small blackboard.


A Strange Day