Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Mo Ye turned to look at He Wanqing: "Barbecue, is that okay?"

He Wanqing glanced at Mo Ye and nodded: "I'm fine with anything. Tongtong also likes roasted corn and chicken wings."

"Okay." Mo Ye.

Mo Ye replied to Pang Siyi, "We're having a get-together tonight. If there's no one else there, there will probably be eight people in total. How about we have barbecue?"

Pang Siyi: [Barbecue is awesome! I'm fine with it! You choose the location!]

Mo Ye: [Same place, 7 PM tonight.]

Pang Siyi: [OK, Qian Yue and I will be there on time tonight!]

After saying that, Mo Ye quickly sent a message to Shen Qing. Based on his years of experience, he knew without a doubt that the two of them would be free:

[Shall we go out for barbecue tonight? Didn't we say we'd get together?]

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

Shen Qing: [Are you treating? [fly rubbing hands.jpg]]

Mo Ye looked at the lewd yet expectant emoji, smiled helplessly, and replied: 【Yes.】

Shen Qing: [Even if I'm taking a dump, I have to stop and say yes! I have to be available! [Firmly clenched fist.jpg]]

Mo Ye: "…………"

He silently closed the chat window with Shen Qing, choosing to ignore the suggestive reply, and directly notified her:

[7 PM tonight, same place as always. Call Wang Jie.]

Shen Qing responded with a simple OK gesture.

Meanwhile, He Wanqing was also contacting her friends.

She found the contact person whose contact was saved as "Yueyue" and sent them a message: "Yueyue, are you free tonight?"

The other party replied almost instantly:

Qin Yue: [What's wrong? Did the sun rise in the west? Miss He asked me out?]

Did you break up with your boyfriend and need your girlfriends' comfort? [Watching the drama unfold.jpg]

He Wanqing's lips twitched slightly as she looked at her best friend's nonsensical teasing, and she replied:

"...You're overthinking it. Want to go for barbecue with me tonight?"

Qin Yue: [Just the three of you? I'm not going to be a third wheel, the wattage is too high, it'll be too bright.]

He Wanqing: [Not only that, but also several of Mo Ye's friends.]

Qin Yue: [Sure! Are there any handsome guys? [starry-eyed.jpg]]

He Wanqing: [...Are you coming or not?]

Qin Yue: [Come on! Time and place!]

He Wanqing: [I'll send you the address at 7 PM tonight.]

Qin Yue: [OK, waiting for you~ [kissing emoji]]

"Contact a good person," He Wanqing said to Mo Ye.

"I sent the address to my best friend, could you send me the exact location?"

Mo Ye nodded and sent He Wanqing the detailed address and private room number of the barbecue restaurant.

After finishing their conversation, Mo Ye carried Tongtong, who was still on the sofa, into her princess room, as it wouldn't be good for her to catch a cold.

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An hour later.

There was a rustling sound coming from the children's room. Then, the door was pushed open a crack, and a fluffy little head peeked out.

Tongtong rubbed her sleepy eyes, like a kitten that had just woken up, and wobbled out.

She stretched out a big yawn, stretching her chubby little hands and short legs, and made a satisfied "Mmm~" sound.

"Daddy~ Mommy~" she called out in her childish voice, her tone still soft and sweet from just waking up, "Tongtong is awake~"

Mo Ye smiled and walked over, picking her up in his arms.

The little guy took a nap, and his hair was a mess, with a few stray hairs sticking up stubbornly.

Mo Ye gently combed her hair with his fingers.

He Wanqing put down her phone, looked at her daughter's rosy cheeks from sleeping, and casually asked:

"Tongtong, where did you go with your aunt today?"

Tongtong, who was originally enjoying her father's "hair combing service" with her eyes half-closed.

Upon hearing this, he instantly sobered up considerably, his large, dark eyes darting around, a hint of guilt flashing across them.

She couldn't tell her mother that they had "stole" sweet potatoes—even though her aunt said they "borrowed them by their own merit."

"Tongtong...Tongtong went to the supermarket with her aunt~" The little one came up with a "safe" answer in a moment of quick thinking, but her voice was a little weak and she didn't dare to look at her mother.

He Wanqing saw through her obvious attempt to cover up her blunder.

She suppressed a laugh, deliberately drawing out her words as she spoke slowly:

"Oh—you're shopping at the supermarket... So, while you're at it, do you ever steal some wampee fruit from someone else's garden?"

He Wanqing deliberately tricked her.

"No! Tongtong didn't steal any wampee fruit!" Tongtong got anxious, shaking her little head like a rattle drum.

"Tongtong went to steal...steal..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She immediately covered her mouth with her chubby little hand, her eyes wide open, with a panicked expression that said, "Oh no, I let it slip."

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh, his shoulders twitching slightly.

He Wanqing raised an eyebrow and continued to "gently guide" him:

"What did you steal? Tell Mommy, Tongtong, and Mommy won't blame you."

Looking at her mother's "gentle" smile and then at her father who seemed indifferent, Tongtong's little defenses completely crumbled.

She lowered her hand, her little head drooping, her voice barely audible, tinged with a hint of grievance:

"Tongtong...Tongtong and her aunt went to steal sweet potatoes..."

After saying that, she raised her little face and tried her best to put on an act that said, "I only stole sweet potatoes, I didn't do anything else bad."

He had a righteous expression that said, "You can't accuse me of stealing yellow-skinned fruit."

Mo Ye: "…………As expected, experience matters."

He Wanqing finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, then deliberately dragged out the sound: "Oh—so our Tongtong went to steal sweet potatoes!"

That tone made Tongtong's heart tremble.

"Hehe...Mom~" Seeing that things were not going well, Tongtong immediately showed her best, sweet, and slightly ingratiating smile, trying to get away with it by being cute.

He Wanqing followed suit, giving a forced "hehe" sound.

The "hehe" startled Tongtong.

Without hesitation, Tongtong slid off Mo Ye's arms, her little legs taking flight as she ran upstairs, shouting as she went:

"Tongtong, go water the flowers! They're thirsty!"

He Wanqing watched her daughter's retreating figure, feeling both annoyed and amused, but of course she didn't really intend to hit her.

She simply shook her head helplessly and said to Mo Ye:

"That Wan Ning... really, it's one thing for her to act recklessly, but she also drags Tong Tong into it. She's setting a bad example for the child."

Although there was a hint of reproach in his tone, it was more of a tolerance and helplessness towards his younger sister's childish behavior.

Mo Ye smiled and put his arm around her shoulder:

"It's alright, Wan Ning knows what she's doing, and she had a lot of fun, didn't she? Childhood is only complete with some memories."

He paused, then changed the subject:

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Let's get ready, we're taking Tongtong out for barbecue later.

I also want you to meet my friends.

At 6:45 p.m., as darkness fell, the city's neon lights began to illuminate the night.

Mo Ye parked his car in front of a barbecue restaurant that didn't look very impressive.

The shop is located on a quiet street. The storefront is small, and the wooden signboard is engraved with the four simple characters "Charcoal Fire Around the Stove".

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