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

The room erupted in even louder laughter and cheers: "Awesome!" "Tongtong is the best!" (Heartbreaking)

The atmosphere reached a small climax.

The group toasted and chatted as they went, eventually arriving at the last table near a corner, where a group of young men from the village were sitting.

After having a drink with them, Mo Chashan, with his expert knowledge, said:

"You young people can chat, we old folks won't get in the way." With that, he and the others left.

As soon as Mo Chashan and his group left, the atmosphere at the table immediately became lively.

Several of Mo Ye's childhood friends from the same village, who were close to him, immediately started making a fuss, shouting in strange, exaggerated voices:

"Boss—!"

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Hello, Tongtong!"

Mo Ye's lips twitched slightly. These guys are still talking about things from junior high so enthusiastically.

He Wanqing was taken aback and looked at Mo Ye with some curiosity. What was this "gang leader" title?

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly!

Gang leader?

It sounds just like the big brother mobile phone on TV!

She tilted her little face up and looked at her father with eyes full of envy and admiration—Dad really is a hidden master!

She also wants to be such a powerful and influential leader!

Just then, Tongtong's big eyes moved, and her gaze fell on the bright red lychees in the fruit plate on the table.

My cravings were instantly whetted.

Our little bandit immediately switched modes, took small steps to the table, and looked up with his fair and tender little face.

She flashed what she thought was her sweetest, most innocent smile at the boy closest to her, and started chatting him up in a childish voice:

"Brothers~ Do you guys have girlfriends~?"

"Pfft—" The young man almost spat out his drink. The others at the table were stunned for a moment, then burst into good-natured laughter, before mimicking a "sad" expression and chattering amongst themselves:

"Uh...no..."

"Tongtong, your brothers are still single!"

"Should Tongtong introduce someone to her brother?"

Tongtong nodded her little head with a "I knew it" look on her face, pointed her chubby little finger at the plate of lychees, and began her transaction:

"Then...you guys share some fruit with me~ I'll introduce you to my aunt! My aunt is super—beautiful!"

He Wanning, who was watching a soap opera in S City when she suddenly sneezed: "???"

Am I only worth a few lychees?

Mo Ye: "..."

He Wanqing put her hand to her forehead, both amused and exasperated: "Who did I take after? I'm so frustrated."

The young man at the table was overjoyed and quickly grabbed a handful of the biggest and reddest lychees, stuffing them into Tongtong's arms: "Here, here, here! They're all for our little matchmaker!"

"Keep your word, Tongtong! Do you have a photo of your aunt?"

"Let's taste the lychees first to see if they're sweet!"

Tongtong's arms were instantly filled with lychees. She was very satisfied and didn't forget to politely offer some after-sales service:

"Thank you, brother~ You're so handsome!" After saying that, she hugged a bunch of lychees and, like a little mouse that had stolen some oil, happily ran back to her father's side and hid behind Mo Ye's legs.

The group of young people at the table were left laughing together.

"She took the lychees, and 'Auntie' didn't mention a word about it! That clever little devil!"

Mo Ye patted his daughter's head and smiled at his brothers:

"You all eat and drink first, I still need to accompany them to greet the other elders."

"Go on, go on! Take care, boss! Take care, sister-in-law! Little Tongtong... remember your aunt!" Everyone waved and laughed.

A man named Zhang San watched He Wanqing's retreating figure, clicking his tongue enviously.

"My God, my sister-in-law is so beautiful... If I could marry a woman like that, I'd be happy to eat cornbread every day."

Li Si, who was standing next to him, slapped him on the back of the head without any hesitation.

"Wake up! Do you even know what 'beauty is always right, beauty always wins' means? Look at Mo Ye, he looks like a cute little puppy! And look at yourself!"

Zhang San scratched his head, unconvinced:

"What's wrong with me? I'm not bad-looking, okay? Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a classic square face!"

Li Si scoffed and looked him up and down:

"Come on! The way you stand there is more annoying than your grandpa's festering paronychia. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Damn it!" Zhang San glared at the vivid yet hurtful metaphor, "Li Si, you have such a sweet tongue, like you just smeared paraquat on yourself."

Li Si chuckled and changed the subject: "Hey, by the way, didn't you go on a blind date last weekend? What did the girl look like?"

Zhang San's expression instantly fell. After a two-second silence, he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Your wife!!!"

"Hahahaha!" Li Si slammed his fist on the table and laughed wildly.

"Come on! I heard, the girl didn't like you! What did she say about you? Oh right, she said your smile looks like the aftereffects of a stroke on the uncle of the village idiot!"

"Li Si! I'll fight you to the death!!!"

After the two finished arguing, Zhang San clutched his chest and said, "After I finish eating, I need to go back and look at some scantily clad young ladies on my browser to soothe my wounded heart."

The people at the table silently moved away from him.

......

Mo Ye, holding Tongtong's hand as she looked around curiously with one hand and gently putting his arm around He Wanqing with the other, walked into his four-story house.

Tongtong tilted her little head back, looking at the villa, which seemed more spacious than her home in S City and had its own private yard. Her big eyes were filled with wonder: "Daddy, is this our home? It's so big!"

"Yes, this is where Dad grew up." Mo Ye looked down at her, his eyes filled with nostalgia and warmth. "Does Tongtong like it?"

"I love it!" Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, her voice clear and crisp. "It's beautiful! It has a big yard where I can run around!"

Upon entering the living room, one sees a sumptuous feast already laid out in the center. The dishes are similar to those served at banquets outside, but they are clearly reserved separately and have not been touched.

The family's closest elders—Zhang Xiuying, Mo Chashan, Jiang Hui, Liu Ying, and Mo Yunqi—were already seated around the table, smiling and waiting for them.

"They're here! Come on, Wanqing, Tongtong, come and sit down!"

Jiang Hui waved enthusiastically.

This was the first time He Wanqing and Tongtong had eaten in such an environment and atmosphere.

Unlike the refined and orderly city restaurants, or the etiquette constraints of high-end banquets, what you see before you is a real, hearty, home-style feast.

She could even glimpse the doorway leading to the backyard, where a makeshift stove was still hissing and steaming, and a kitchen helper in an apron was deftly stir-frying vegetables.

The air was filled with the aromas of various dishes—the wok hei of stir-frying, the rich flavor of stewed meat, the fresh sweetness of steamed fish, all mixed with the unique smoky aroma of a wood-fired stove.

This freshly cooked and served food made He Wanqing feel incredibly at ease, a feeling that was infinitely more comforting than those high-end restaurants that might use pre-prepared ingredients...