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

"Hmm? What's up? Speak." Mo Chashan looked straight ahead and replied casually. Jiang Hui also stopped chatting with He Wanqing and looked over.

Mo Ye carefully considered his words:

"It's about Tongtong... She's now taking Wanqing's surname, 'He'. Will you... mind that?"

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell silent for a moment.

He Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up.

Jiang Hui was stunned for a moment, then picked at her ear, as if she doubted that she had heard correctly.

She stared at the back of her son's head in the front seat, her eyebrows slowly rising, her voice suddenly rising in a tone of disbelief and incredulity:

"What? What did you say? You mind what Tongtong's surname is? Mo Ye, you think the Qing Dynasty's closed-door policy has locked your brain too?"

"It's the 21st century already, how come you still act like a country bumpkin who just crawled out of the deep mountains and forests, your head full of old, stale ideas?"

She fired off a barrage of words like a machine gun, leaving both Mo Ye and He Wanqing stunned.

Jiang Hui continued, her tone resolute:

"Tongtong is my granddaughter, a little darling with the blood of our Mo family. Does it matter if her surname is Mo, He, or something else?"

Just because she doesn't have the surname Mo doesn't mean she's not my granddaughter! Does that mean she's not the precious child I love from the bottom of my heart? You need to wash your brain!

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing's cheeks flushed slightly, but a huge surge of warmth and emotion welled up in her heart.

My mother-in-law's words were direct yet incredibly insightful, brimming with modern open-mindedness and pure love.

In comparison, her and Mo Ye's previous worries seemed somewhat outdated...

She admitted in a low voice, somewhat embarrassed:

"Auntie...actually, I was overthinking it. I asked Mo Ye to ask for me..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui immediately turned her head, and her tone towards He Wanqing softened eight hundred times, revealing an undisguised bias:

"Wanqing, that's a good question! Young ladies are thoughtful and considerate, so it's only right to ask."

After saying that, she glared at Mo Ye in the front row, her tone full of "It's all your fault":

"It's all because this blockhead didn't explain things clearly to us, didn't tell you our family's stance, that you're feeling uneasy and overthinking things! He's the one who failed as a mediator!"

Mo Ye: "???"

He felt more wronged than Dou E!

Seeing Mo Ye's embarrassed yet hesitant expression, He Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle.

Of course she knew that her mother-in-law was trying to protect her and reassure her.

This affectionate yet "unreasonable" and blatant favoritism completely relaxed her, and the last trace of doubt in her heart vanished.

Isn't this exactly how her mother, Jiang Shuya, and she usually interact?

Although he's sharp-tongued and full of complaints, he'll try to get rid of any outsiders who say a word against him.

She secretly cast a smiling, slightly "sympathetic" glance at Mo Ye, then took Jiang Hui's hand, her voice sweet and clear:

"Auntie, it's not Mo Ye's fault, I misunderstood. After hearing what you said, I understand everything. Thank you and Uncle for being so understanding and loving towards Tongtong."

Jiang Hui took He Wanqing's hand in return, patted the back of her hand, and smiled lovingly:

"Ah, that's right! We're family, no need for formalities! From now on, if you have anything to say, just tell Auntie directly. Don't let that brat relay messages; he won't understand!"

Tongtong stayed in her grandmother's arms for a while, then suddenly raised her little head, her big, dark eyes looking out the car window at the fields and trees rushing by, and made a request in her childish voice:

"Grandma~ I want to see outside~ I'm peering out the window!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui immediately said to Mo Chashan in the driver's seat:

"Brother Shan, pull over for a moment. I'll put Tongtong in the high chair, fasten her seatbelt, and let her watch properly."

"Okay." Mo Chashan replied, skillfully and smoothly parking the car in the safe area on the side of the road.

Jiang Hui carefully lifted Tongtong into the child safety seat prepared especially for her and carefully fastened the seat belt.

Then, the seat angle was slightly adjusted to ensure that Tongtong could comfortably see the scenery outside the window.

The car started up again. Tongtong clung to the car window, her little face almost pressed against the glass, watching intently.

As the car crossed a small bridge spanning a stream, the shimmering water and the faintly visible flock of ducks in the distance prompted her to unconsciously hum a familiar nursery rhyme, her sweet, childlike voice ringing out:

"A flock of ducks swam by under the bridge in front of the gate. Come quickly and count them: two, four, six, seven, eight..."

As she sang, her thoughts drifted to the word "duck," and she slurped her saliva, muttering:

"...So many ducks...slurp...the ducks smell so good!"

Hearing his granddaughter's idea, Mo Chashan, sitting in the front row, couldn't help but laugh out loud and teased her, "Tongtong likes to eat little ducks, doesn't she?"

Tongtong made a "Hmm?" sound, snapping out of her reverie about the smell, and blinked, asking, "Grandpa, do you have any ducklings at home?"

"Yes!" Mo Chashan replied cheerfully, "Grandpa's house not only has ducklings, but also roosters that crow, a little yellow dog that guards the house, and several big white geese! It's very lively."

As Tongtong listened, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if she could already see all the delicious food. Her saliva almost dripped out, and she clapped her little hands excitedly.

"Oh! There are chicks! Tongtong loves chicken drumsticks the most! Delicious chicken drumsticks!"

In the darkness, it seemed as if a chicken about to sacrifice itself shuddered:

"?"

Why is it me again?

It's me during holidays, visiting relatives and friends, and even my birthday. How come I can't even escape being called on by a little kid?

Is the roast goose not crispy and fragrant enough, or the roast duck not succulent enough?

Why do I have such a strong preference for poached chicken and large chicken drumsticks?!

Tongtong had no idea that her casual remark had stirred up a small "life-or-death wave" in the poultry world of her grandparents' home.

When Jiang Hui heard her granddaughter say she liked chicken, she immediately chimed in, her voice full of affection:

"Tongtong likes chicken, right? Then how about Grandma makes Tongtong her signature clay pot chicken tonight? It's simmered slowly over low heat, so the chicken is tender and fragrant, and the broth is especially delicious!"

Tongtong's eyes widened, filled with curiosity and anticipation: "Clay pot chicken? Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious!" Jiang Hui exclaimed confidently. "Grandma's clay pot chicken is so good, I guarantee Tongtong will want more!"

"Wow! It's delicious! Tongtong wants to eat it! She wants to eat it right now!" The little one's appetite was completely whetted, and she grabbed the edge of the seat with her little hands, looking very impatient.

The adults in the car couldn't help but laugh at her innocent yet greedy little expression.

Mo Chashan and Jiang Hui's smiles were especially bright—they were worried that their granddaughter might be a picky eater or have a small appetite!

Being able to eat is a blessing, but loving to eat is even better!

The car continued its journey amidst laughter and chatter, and after about an hour, they finally arrived. At the village entrance stood a simple stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it: Tuanjietun (Unity Village)...

PS: Let me explain the issue of Tongtong's surname. The woman raised her alone for 3 years, so neither Jiang Hui nor Mo Chashan can change the surname. First, it would make people uncomfortable, and second, the female lead would definitely feel a little uncomfortable...

The most suitable person to change Tongtong's surname is He Wanqing herself. If there are many people who care, I will make arrangements later!