Chapter 363 Refusing to Leave and Asking Someone to Leave (Part 3)_1
Seeing how everyone was enjoying their food with extra relish, Little Flower and Dabai started drooling too. They kept rubbing against Mo Yan’s thigh, yearning for those tasty little snacks she had made, especially the various meat-filled pastries.
At that time, Zhenzhen came back, holding two envelopes of pastries that had already been torn open, looking quite furious. She slammed the pastries on the table and pouted as she complained, "Big sister, when are those people from the Wang Family moving out? They are so annoying! These pastries were supposed to be shared with the little kids. I could let it go if the Wang Family’s bigger kids snatched them, but Aunt Wang, an adult, joined in the looting as well. She even scolded another little brother. She’s shameless!"
Mo Yan frowned slightly and consoled Zhenzhen with a smile, though her opinion of Sister-in-law Wang had worsened in her heart.
It wasn’t just her character that was questionable. These past days had been sunny and while others went up the mountain to chop wood and repair their homes, the Wang Family, on the other hand, did nothing but laze in the corner soaking up the sun, as if fixing their house wasn’t something they needed to bother with. Were they planning to squat at her place indefinitely?
If that was truly the case, it would be utterly revolting! No, she had to give them a reminder to hurry up and repair their home so they could move back. Otherwise, when the time came to ask them to leave, it wouldn’t look good for anyone.
At this very moment, the Wang Family members were basking in the sun at the corner, enjoying the pastries they had snatched from Zhenzhen. Seeing Mo Yan approaching, Sister-in-law Wang, with an ingratiating smile on her face, offered the leftover pastry crumbs to Mo Yan and said with a flushed face, "Yan girl, we don’t have much to offer you at home, but these pastry crumbs are quite nice. Why don’t you give them a try!"
Mo Yan looked at the pastry crumbs the size of a liquor cup on the greasy paper, which seemed tinged with saliva, and at Sister-in-law Wang’s pain-stricken face, suddenly not wanting to speak at all, yet feeling compelled to do so anyway.