Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1860: Chapter 1840:

Mo stifled a chuckle on the side; it was evident that Luo Qianqian was just being a bit mean.

Tantan is so little, and the Elders are so old, isn’t calling them grandpa perfectly normal?

The issue arose here: Tantan suddenly had sisters, entrusted by the elders of the dwarf tribe, the little kid who was clearly in the granddaughter generation suddenly gained seniority... But there was no helping it; her adopter had quite the status.

Though the background wasn’t extraordinarily powerful, it was influential enough. Moreover, the Nine Heavens Pavilion had what they needed, even crucial for their dwarf tribe’s potential rise. How could they not care?

The Seventh Elder’s face was peculiar, yet he only pouted and didn’t say much.

Luo Qianqian immediately looked down, her shoulders shaking. Wasn’t this Tantan just too adorable? She was simply her little bundle of joy!

”Shiliu, get Tantan a... err, a roasted marshmallow, yes.” Luo Qianqian said to He Wenyu, incredibly happy.

He Wenyu couldn’t help but laugh, but nodded nonetheless. From a certain angle, she quite liked this little girl too. At least she knew whom to be close to and whom to help, right? At least she wasn’t ungrateful.

So looking at the eyes of the dwarf tribe elders, she felt relaxed and joyous.

”Shiqi, do you still have chocolate there?” He Wenyu calmly took out some aluminum foil and made a bowl-like container, placing a few marshmallows inside, and then asked Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian got a headache, having given Maltose to someone before, and now directly using chocolate, was it really okay?

Mo calmly took out a piece of chocolate, melted it into a small lump, and Luo Qianqian caught on, solidified it, and then went to He Wenyu and placed it in her bowl: ”Later, you still have to brush Tantan’s teeth after eating all these sweets...”

”Don’t worry, for more tasty treats, Tantan will definitely obediently brush her teeth, right?” He Wenyu looked at Tantan and laughed.

Tantan nodded happily while eating meat: ”Tantan will be very good.”

Luo Qianqian also stifled a laugh.

After the Seventh Elder ate and drank to his fill, he looked at Tantan’s dessert, swallowed, but still left unwillingly holding a bamboo tube filled with wine by Elder Huozi.

Looking at the Seventh Elder’s appearance, He Wenyu touched her chin: ”Shiqi, how should I express my gratitude after I forge my hammer?”

”That’s up to you, at worst, give away a bottle of Spiritual wine.” Most of what they had were purchased, but the Nine Heavens Pavilion also brewed their own, though due to scarcity, it wasn’t casually given as gifts but mostly enjoyed by Old Master Luo, Old Master Qin, and their uncle.

But bringing out a small bottle to let them taste wouldn’t hurt as a show of good faith, would it?

Looking at Luo Qianqian’s expression, He Wenyu chuckled. Sometimes she had to admit, Luo Qianqian was just too crafty; if she were to go into business, she’d be on par with Luo Xihan, right? After all, Second Uncle Luo’s endeavors with Haoran and the development of the Nine Heavens Pavilion were quite impressive. At the very least, wherever they went, there was always someone eager to host them or seek collaboration.

He Wenyu glanced at Luo Qianqian briefly and turned toward Tantan. In a way, this little girl really was quite bright.

At least she could discern the situation and know where she should stand. You could tell from how she called the Seventh Elder by his title.

After all, if it were within the dwarf tribe, being able to call an Elder ’Grandpa’ should be considered an honor, right?

This little girl, just for food, decisively followed them. Would she regret it in the future? But even if she did, there’s no turning back. As Luo Qianqian mentioned before, one must be accountable for every choice they make, right?

Staying there for a while, with food at hand, the warmth from the dwarf tribe was evident. But if one doesn’t fight for themselves, Luo Qianqian wasn’t in the mood to play the benevolent saint taking care of everyone. Even when female dwarves occasionally appeared, looking at them beseechingly, neither Luo Qianqian nor He Wenyu softened.

Rights are something you fight for, not something others owe you. Just because you’re weak or pitiful, it doesn’t mean others have to keep doing something for you. Isn’t that just moral coercion?

He Wenyu felt that after they devoured the food she made without gratitude and showed such expressions when things went south, only to feign vulnerability after realizing they were esteemed guests, they had no right to complain. Can’t they see through it all?

They aren’t even as sensible as Tantan, a child; how can they not be disheartened? So why should they continue helping them?

Even if there’s resentment, so what? It’s not as if they are Gold and Silver Jewelry, Spiritual Artifacts, or elixirs that everyone loves.

”Shiqi, it’s your turn to tell a story, hurry up.” After finishing a joke, He Wenyu turned to Luo Qianqian. There wasn’t much entertainment for this group, and whenever they told stories or jokes for Tantan, a crowd gathered to listen. Leading them was Elder Huozi; what else could they do? They had to tell a story.

Luo Qianqian looked at the expectant eyes all around, her mouth twitching. These people don’t focus on crafting; is that okay? Look at the diligent Seventh Elder, who only went out once, an absolute paragon of responsibility.

”Then I’ll say one...”

”It’s done.” Elder Huozi suddenly raised his head, looking at the gathering dark clouds.

Luo Qianqian was taken aback, then looked at Mo: ”No way? Crafting a Spiritual Artifact requires going through Heavenly Tribulation?”

”Of course.” Mo calmly nodded: ”Only Spiritual Artifacts recognized by Heaven and Earth can be considered qualified. It’s said that the coming-of-age ceremony for the dwarf tribe involves crafting a Spiritual Artifact that summons a Heavenly Tribulation.”

Luo Qianqian was dumbfounded: ”If someone’s frail, wouldn’t they never come of age in their lifetime?”

”Female dwarves shouldn’t be like that...” Mo looked at Luo Qianqian’s exasperated expression, wondering why Luo Qianqian’s thought process was always so unconventional. The dwarf tribe prided themselves on their strength, so asking about being ’frail’ was almost sarcastic. Even female dwarves possessed strength five to ten times that of a regular human; of course, this didn’t include cultivators.

”Tantan, come here.” He Wenyu directly extended her hand to cover Tantan’s ears, looking at the somewhat terrifying thunderclouds not far away, feeling a bit apprehensive.

This... won’t the lightning strike wrongly?

Luo Qianqian observed briefly: ”It seems weaker than when you advanced through the ranks, the thunderclouds then?”

Mo: ”...” What could he say? His thunderclouds were from breaking through the academy’s highest talent limit, how could it be the same?

Compared to that, this was nothing more than a small issue.

Luo Qianqian wasn’t afraid, but she still covered He Wenyu’s ears gently, her face kind: ”I’m here, don’t be afraid.”