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

In the scene, Shin-chan is intently watching "Action Kamen" battle fiercely against a monster on TV.

Tongtong instantly got into character, her little fists clenched in front of her, her face tense and serious, her brows furrowed, and her breathing became soft, as if she were actually there.

When Action Kamen in the animation is accidentally knocked down by a monster—

"Action Kamen! Go for it!" Shin-chan shouts in the anime.

"Action Hero! Go for it!" Tongtong shouted from the sofa at the same time, leaning forward anxiously.

Mo Ye: "..." Okay, he admits defeat when it comes to this level of immersion.

Immediately afterwards, Action Kamen in the animation unleashed his power, crossing his arms—Action Beam! Beep beep beep!!!

Tongtong, sitting on the sofa, immediately stretched out her chubby little hand, mimicking the gesture, and made a mumbled but earnest sound:

「─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つDynamic light waves beep beep beep!!!」

The bad guys were defeated, and Shin-chan danced and laughed on TV, "Hahahaha~".

Tongtong also stood up, put her little hands on her hips, and imitated what she saw on TV, tilting her head back and making an adorable version of:

"Hahaha~!"

Mo Ye looked at his daughter's completely absorbed expression and felt a mix of emotions.

Why would his sweet and soft little girl like this...?

A mischievous little devil who loves "elephant~ elephant~"?

Is there something wrong with this aesthetic sense?

Just then, He Wanqing returned carrying a beautifully packaged food box.

These were special meals prepared by the kitchen of her usual five-star hotel, consisting of light and nutritious dishes.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw her daughter standing in front of the TV, hands on her hips, laughing loudly. Her posture was exactly like a replica of "Shin-chan".

He Wanqing paused, and it seemed as if dark lines were drooping down her forehead.

Mo Ye saw her and quickly tried to get up to take her. He Wanqing took two quick steps, put the things down, and pressed him down:

"Don't move around, sit still."

Mo Ye took her hand and tilted his head back to give her a light kiss on the corner of her lips: "You've worked hard."

"It's not hard work." He Wanqing shook her head, her ears slightly burning.

On TV, Misae's mother, unable to bear it any longer, slammed the TV off, ending Shin-chan's cartoon time.

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Almost simultaneously, Mo Ye also picked up the remote control and turned off the TV with a "beep".

Yes, the timing is perfect.

Tongtong, who was laughing happily, suddenly felt everything go black: "...Huh?"

She blinked her big eyes, stared blankly at the suddenly blacked-out screen, then pouted, "Is the TV broken?"

Then, she caught a glimpse of the culprit in her father's hand—the remote control!

"Daddy's a bad guy! Humph!" Tongtong said angrily, her hands on her hips, her little face full of accusation.

Mo Ye was prepared. Pointing to the black screen of the television, he solemnly lectured:

"Look, Shin-chan on TV, his mom turns off the TV when it's time to eat. Shouldn't our Tongtong be like a good child and eat her food first?"

Tongtong looked at the black screen of the TV, then at her father, and then thought about the plot of the cartoon she had just watched. It seemed... to make sense?

Shin-chan was indeed turned off the TV.

She wrinkled her nose in confusion, but ultimately the feeling of "like in an animated film" prevailed.

With a reluctant "Ouch~", it climbed off the sofa and walked towards the dining table.

He Wanqing couldn't help but smile as she watched Mo Ye "learn and apply" his newfound skills and successfully fool her daughter.

The three of them finished their dinner in a warm and cozy atmosphere. Tongtong was taken to take a bath by He Wanqing, while Mo Ye sat on the sofa to rest when his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw a new friend request in his WeChat contacts.

Upon opening, the verification message contained only five characters: "I am Mo Weiguo".

Mo Ye's first reaction was to be stunned, then he frowned:

"???"

Which audacious swindler dares to impersonate my grandfather?

Are scams these days so outdated and blatant? Even the profile picture is a default gray silhouette.

Just as he was about to click "reject" and "report," a message from his mother, Jiang Hui, arrived:

Your grandpa just learned how to use a smartphone and added you on WeChat. Remember to accept his request. He's been fiddling with it for ages.

Mo Ye: "???"

grandfather?

The grandfather who claimed that "as long as a cell phone can make and receive calls, that's enough. Why make all those fancy things take up space and are a hassle?" and insisted on using a basic cell phone for many years?

They actually bought a smartphone on their own initiative and even learned how to add people on WeChat?

After a moment's thought, he immediately understood the key to it.

The image of the old man wearing reading glasses, frowning, asking his father or mother to teach him how to make a video call instantly flashed into my mind... The goal was self-evident.

Mo Ye felt a warmth in his heart, and also found it a little funny, so he quickly accepted the friend request.

Almost instantly, the other person's WeChat name became their real name, "Mo Weiguo," and their profile picture changed to...

A lush tea plantation? Quite tasteful.

Mo Ye thought for a moment and then directly initiated a video call invitation.

He then shoved the phone into Tongtong's hands, who had just had her hair dried and was being held by He Wanqing, who was smelling sweet.

"Tongtong, it's a call from Great-Grandpa."

"Great-Grandpa?" Tongtong, holding the phone which was a bit too big for her, tilted her head, her big eyes full of curiosity.

Who is it?

"He's Dad's grandfather, Dad's father's father." Mo Ye tried to explain in a way she could understand.

Tongtong's big eyes darted around, seemingly understanding but not quite, but the prefix "Dad's" made her feel that he was someone close to her.

She nodded her little head, took the phone, and crisply concluded, "Oh! I get it, it's Daddy's grandpa!"

On the other end of the phone screen, Mr. Mo Weiguo saw the person who suddenly appeared on the screen.

The great-granddaughter, with her exquisitely beautiful features, suddenly showed a hint of bewildered surprise on her usually serious face.

He quickly whispered to his son beside him, "Chashan, what... how do we respond? Should we just say it directly?"

Mo Chashan suppressed a laugh, leaned over to help the old man connect the call, and pointed the camera at his father.

This was also the first time Mo Chashan had "officially" met his granddaughter via video, and he was quite excited.

The screens connected, and Tongtong's enlarged, fair, and adorable little face appeared clearly on the other side.

She wasn't shy at all; her big, dark eyes looked curiously at the unfamiliar old man on the screen, dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit and sitting upright.

Then she flashed a big, sweet smile and greeted him in a childish voice, "Great-Grandpa~ Hello!"

That cry of "Great-Grandpa" was like a honey bullet, striking Mo Weiguo's heart precisely.

The old man's usually stern and tightly pursed lips couldn't help but curl upwards as he responded repeatedly:

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Good child!" She called out three times, each time softer than the last, her wrinkles smoothing out as she smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Mo Ye, who was standing nearby, glanced at it inadvertently and hissed inwardly:

This old man, who was smiling so broadly that his eyes were almost closed and who radiated a kind and benevolent aura, was really his grandfather, who had never smiled at him since childhood and could make him stand at attention with just a glance.

Holy crap, there's something dirty...