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

"Damn it!" she gritted her teeth, "Are you all inhuman?!"

Summoning her courage, Shen Qing picked up a piece of freshly grilled pork belly and offered it to Dr. Qin: "Dr. Qin, would you like to try this?"

Qin Yue raised an eyebrow at him—this kid's got some nerve.

"Thanks." She took it, took a bite, her eyes brightening slightly. "Hmm, not bad."

Shen Qing scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "I'm glad you like it."

Mo Ye saw this and raised an eyebrow slightly—opportunity is indeed reserved for those who are prepared.

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After finishing most of the barbecue, everyone moved on to the barbecue grill on the balcony.

"Daddy," Tongtong tugged at Mo Ye's clothes, her eyes shining.

"Tongtong wants to have a barbecue too~"

Mo Ye looked down at her: "Tongtong wants to do it herself?"

"Mmm-hmm!" The little dumpling nodded vigorously, rubbing her hands together, looking eager to try. "Tongtong wants to bake chicken wings herself! ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)"

Mo Ye smiled and picked out a plump chicken wing from the food plate and handed it to her.

Tongtong took the chicken wings with her chubby little hands as if they were a treasure, and then imitated her father's previous actions, placing the chicken wings on the grill.

Her little face was extremely serious, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were pursed into a line.

He clumsily used his chubby little hands to hold the small brush and apply oil.

However, watching others do barbecue is easy, but doing it yourself is a completely different story.

Within minutes, Tongtong noticed something was wrong—even though she followed her father's steps, his chicken wings were slowly turning a tempting golden color.

Only hers was visibly turning black.

The little dumpling's face was filled with confusion and grievance.

She stared at the increasingly dark chicken wing for a long time before finally resignedly slipping off Mo Ye's arms.

Standing on tiptoe, he held up the string of dark chicken wings and shoved it into He Wanqing's hand:

"Mommy, Tongtong's baked it all~ Here, have some! (◍•ᴗ•◍)"

He Wanqing was chatting with Su Qianyue when she looked down and saw her daughter holding up a chicken wing that looked like a piece of charcoal, looking at her with a "filial piety" expression.

She laughed in exasperation: "Tongtong baked it herself and ate it herself."

Tongtong's little hand froze, her big, dark eyes darting around as she looked around—

Uncle Shen Qing was intently handing skewers to Aunt Qin Yue, while Uncle Wang Jie was adjusting his glasses, studying the heat.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue were whispering and laughing, their heads close together...

No one was willing to accept her "heartwarming chicken wings".

The little dumpling pouted, looked up at Mo Ye with a pitiful expression:

"Daddy... Tongtong's baking turned out all black~ It probably doesn't taste good~"

That voice was soft and sweet, with a slight nasal tone; anyone who heard it would feel a pang of tenderness.

Mo Ye chuckled and reached out to take the skewer of "culinary disaster": "Give it to Daddy, Daddy will save it for you."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly offered it with both hands. Then she obediently moved a small stool to sit next to Mo Ye's feet, propping up her chubby little face and watching longingly.

Mo Ye picked up a knife and skillfully removed the charred parts, then made a few cuts on the chicken wings, brushed on some sauce, and put them back on the grill.

In just a moment, the chicken wings, which had been in a terrible state, regained their tempting golden luster, and the oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a pleasant "sizzling" sound.

Tongtong's mouth gaped slightly as she watched, then she clapped her hands loudly, exclaiming, "Daddy's amazing! Daddy can do magic!"

Mo Ye smiled and ruffled her hair: "How about Daddy teaches Tongtong from now on?"

"Okay!" The little boy nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with admiration. "Tongtong wants to be as amazing as Daddy when she grows up!"

Watching this scene, Shen Qing secretly admired Mo Ye's patience and skill.

He glanced down at the skewer of chicken wings in his hand, which were also starting to turn black, and nervously shook the salt and pepper shaker.

As a result, his hand slipped, and half a bottle of salt and pepper spilled out.

"..." Shen Qing was silent for three seconds, then nudged Wang Jie next to him with his elbow and lowered his voice, "Old Wang, wanna eat some chicken wings?"

Wang Jie pushed up his glasses and looked at him suspiciously: "You're that nice?"

Shen Qing pretended to take the chicken wings back: "Fine, don't eat them then!"

"No, no, no," Wang Jie chuckled and took it. "Thanks, brother."

He took a big bite without warning—

The next second, Wang Jie's entire face scrunched up, and his eyes widened in shock:

"Holy crap! Shen Qing, are you the reincarnation of the Salt King?! Ptooey, ptooey—you get out of here right now, take your chicken wings and get out of here, understand?!"

He vomited while chugging Coke, feeling as if his taste buds were undergoing torture.

Shen Qing pouted:

"Is it really that bad? Although there was a bit too much..." He stubbornly took a bite.

Then--

"Water! Water! Water!" Shen Qing felt like his skull was on fire, so he grabbed Wang Jie's Coke and started chugging it down.

The commotion caused by the two attracted everyone's attention.

Mo Ye looked at the two clowns and shook his head helplessly.

Qin Yue laughed heartily, adding insult to injury, "You two little brothers, your barbecue skills need improvement!"

Shen Qing and Wang Jie exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes the despair of "This is incredibly embarrassing."

Mo Ye's chicken wings were finally fully roasted, golden and crispy, and smelled wonderful.

He picked up a string of skewers in each hand, his gaze sweeping between He Wanqing and Tongtong—he had learned his lesson from the previous "lesson."

"Here you go," he said, handing over two skewers of chicken wings at the same time, "one skewer each."

Tongtong immediately stretched out her chubby little hand: "Daddy, I want it!"

He Wanqing also looked up at him, a gentle smile curving her lips.

People always say that only twins need to be fair in everything, but Mo Ye now feels that any family with two "treasures" must engrave the word "fairness" into their very lungs.

Tongtong took the chicken wings she had "participated in making" and happily started munching on them, her little face full of happiness.

He Wanqing gracefully accepted it, took a small sip, and squinted her eyes slightly—it was indeed delicious.

Mo Ye then said to the others, "Help yourselves if you want some, I grilled quite a lot."

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue each took a skewer, and after tasting it, they repeatedly praised, "Mo Ye's skills are still so good!"

Shen Qing and Wang Jie quickly grabbed a skewer as well—this time it was grilled by Mo Ye, so they could finally eat it without worry.

After tasting it, Qin Yue nodded sincerely: "The taste is indeed very good."

We'd almost finished our barbecue, and the charcoal fire was starting to die down.

Qin Yue wiped her hands and suddenly suggested, "Wanqing, how about we play King of Glory?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up: "Sure!"

As soon as he said that, the ears of the boys at the table all perked up.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie immediately raised their hands: "We'll fight too! What's your skill level?"

Based on their impressions, female CEOs like He Wanqing and capable doctors like Qin Yue should not be involved in games.

Qin Yue raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in her voice: "Glory."

Shen Qing and Wang Jie were both somewhat surprised: "We're also from Glory, what a coincidence. How many stars do you have?"

He Wanqing took over the conversation, her tone calm: "I'm now Glory Rank 1."

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