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

    Xie Fengmian had 120% confidence in Mo Yuanyang's strength.


  His fifth aunt was a woman who was going to be the final champion.


  She was a woman who wanted to be the God of Food.


  "Bro, do you know this lady? Otherwise, how could you be so sure?"


  "Yeah, I know him." Xie Fengmian turned around and glanced at him.


  The game was already in its final minutes.


  Most of the contestants 'dishes had already been prepared and were served by the staff. In front of the judges.


  Mo Yuanyang was decorating the plate.


  Actually, she was stalling for time. It was not good for her dish to be served too early or too late.


  It was too early. It seemed a little dull for her to eat so much.


  If it was too late, it would be cold.


  When there were only five minutes left, Mo Yuanyang pressed the ringtone.


  Soon after she returned, a staff member from the competition came over to take away her Pingqiao Tofu Soup.


Chapter 1378: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms