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It was just a short sentence, but it was sufficient for one to hear the gritting of teeth within. Bai Hanming's black brows were already furrowed in three places, and his face was extremely dark.

If it was anyone else, they would have never said a word!

But today, it was Mo Qing. He had always thought that he was smart, but now, he was the one who thought of Mo Qing!

Mo Fang silently mourned in her heart, wondering if she should pull Mo Qing back. However, she was afraid of getting herself involved, so she clenched her fists and kept on stomping her feet!

"I mean, if you decide to make trouble for no reason at all. Well, then, you can take all the things I've touched on this hill back with me. Of course, that included ? "Woo! Woo!"

Before Mo Qing could say anything, his mouth was suddenly covered!

"I am truly sorry, sir. My family's Mo Qing may have just passed away, so he is not very sane. About that, I will bring him back first!" Since you're so magnanimous, don't lower yourself to the same level as a little girl like her! "

Mo Fang nodded her head as she giggled, while tightly holding onto Mo Qing's stinky mouth. After she finished speaking, she didn't care about anything else and dragged her people down the mountain!

After walking for a long distance, Mo Fang finally let go of Mo Qing and squatted on the ground. At this moment, she realized that her legs were trembling from fright.

She looked at Mo Qing, who was smiling humbly at her. The big shining eyes on her face blinked at her, as if she was grateful to know that she had caused a disaster.

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"Director Bai, it's getting late. It will take us at least two to three hours to get back to the city. Why don't we stay at the foot of the mountain for the night?" Li Hao looked at the people behind him who were drenched in the rain, and then immediately welcomed the cold night to attend the funeral, asking with an inquiring tone.

"You can arrange it." Bai Hanming adjusted the suit on his body gracefully as if the farce had not happened. He gently pulled his sleeve, revealing the exquisite watch on his wrist. He glanced at the time, and then got into the car.

Bai Hanming got into the car, and the others who had come to attend the funeral also got into their own cars, following him.

As the car slowly drove away, Bai Hanming's deep gaze never left the silent and desolate tombstone. His gaze was cold, but at the same time, there was an indescribable sense of desolation.

Gradually, the lonely tombstone was submerged in the sunset.

"Director Bai, I've checked. This is the biggest hotel in the town. Although the facilities were not as clean and tidy as those in the city! Furthermore, this is the only place that can accommodate so many of us.

Li Hao pointed to an inn behind him, and a huge golden signboard suddenly appeared on top of it. Since it was already dusk and the sky was getting dark, lights were being lit up one by one. The word 'lamp' was especially eye-catching in the silent dusk.

At the Mo Family Inn.

"Dad, you're looking for me?"

Opening the door, Mo Qing stuck his head out and looked inside. When he saw the person sitting in front of the old-fashioned table holding a wine cup in a daze, a smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Little Qing, quick, come in and sit with Dad!" There was a middle-aged man sitting in the room. His complexion was haggard and pale. When he saw Mo Qing, his wrinkled eyes shone with a warm and sparkling light. He hurriedly waved at her!

Mo Qing took an orange from the table and grabbed a fruit knife, as though he didn't see the sadness on his father's face. He cleanly cut open the orange, "Dad Mo, come and eat some more fruits. Orange is on fire, you must be busy with the rest of the meal."

Father Mo's tear-filled eyes were deeply etched with the wrinkles left behind by time. He sighed and took the tangerine from Mo Qing. He stared at it in a daze.

"Little Qing, actually, dad knows that you feel worse than anyone else. Your grandpa likes you the most. Although you are usually the most naughty girl, no matter how much trouble you cause, your grandpa will always support you. Your grandfather likes you, and in your heart, you're the closest to your grandfather ? But now ? "Sigh!"

Mo Qing neatly placed the cut orange in his hand in front of him. The sparkle in his eyes flickered as she cleverly lowered her head. When she looked up, she was smiling.

"Alright Dad!" This day will come sooner or later, won't it? Actually, I had thought about this day a long time ago. Your grandfather is old and his health is not good. No matter how filial you and your uncle are, they still can't stop the flow of time. Actually, it's nothing. Grandfather has gone to heaven, so don't suffer anymore. I know, every chemotherapy is painful for Grandfather. Rather than always seeing Grandfather in such a terrible state, it's more like thinking that he can get away earlier. "

He then stood up and patted his father's shoulder, "Dad, I heard from your uncle that there are a lot of guests. As the boss of the Mo Clan, do you think you should go entertain them?"

Father Mo, who was originally still in grief, suddenly came to his senses. His sleeves wiped away his tears as if he had suddenly thought of something. He slammed the table!

"This is bad!" Your grandfather is in the funeral, so I've given the staff a holiday. Since it's already so late, the guests will definitely have to eat, what should we do now ? " Father Mo muttered as he opened the door and walked out.

Mo Qing raised his brows as he looked at the scattered Cheng on the table. As a father of the Mo family, she was really able to keep her spirits up as soon as she came into contact with the matter in the store!

No wonder, this Mo family inn was the last property left by his grandfather.

However, wasn't it because the chef wasn't present? As for her being so nervous, didn't she still have to be the Queen of this self-proclaimed world of dark cuisine?

"Cheng Jun, this is the menu guest has ordered!" The sixty year old noble uncle frowned as he looked at the menu in his hands and passed it to Father Mo who was rushing over.

Mo Chengjun took it and immediately frowned upon seeing it, "In this remote place, where are these precious dishes? Where did these guests come from? Didn't you show them our menu? "

"Ai, let's not talk about Cheng Jun, you don't know about that. I gave them the menu and they threw it on the ground after I glanced at it!" He directly got someone to write down this menu. It doesn't matter how much it costs, as long as the dishes are served according to the menu! "

He shook his head and sighed. These people must have come from a big city. They were probably too used to eating the Swallow Wing abalones and even ordered some that they had never heard of. Wasn't this purposely making things difficult for them?

Mo Chengjun thought for a moment, then he went to get another menu from his shop, "How about this, I'll go talk to them about it. No matter how late it is, if they really want to eat this, we'll probably find them tomorrow morning just by looking for ingredients!"

Just as Mo Chengjun was about to take out the menu, he took a step forward and the menu in his hand was suddenly snatched away!

"Dad, leave this matter to your precious daughter! "Don't worry, with me, Mo Qing, coming out, they will definitely be 'convinced'!"

After changing into a new set of clothes, Mo Qing was dressed in a pink and blue sports attire. His hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing his adorable face, which still had baby fat on it. His eyes were filled with craftiness.

"Uncle, please bring all the fresh ingredients that our restaurant has. Didn't the chefs go to bed? Let me handle this!" Mo Qing patted his chest and said solemnly!

"Aiya, my good daughter, can you not cause any trouble? Except for you, my boy, who was willing to eat, the food you cooked was. Not even dogs! " When Father Mo heard that his daughter was going to get involved, he felt a headache and quickly snatched the menu from Mo Qing's hands!

"I say, Dad! Do you think it's better to waste your saliva on them empty-handed, or to put steaming hot food in front of them? "

Mo Qing let his father take the menu away from him. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled up his ponytail as he spoke at a moderate pace.