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

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice the rooster had already sensed her intentions.

Just as the wire was about to touch the chicken's foot, the rooster suddenly turned around, its powerful wing slapping her face with a "smack," followed by a claw kicking her chest.

"Splat!"

Tongtong fell flat on her backside, kicking up dust.

The big yellow guard dog poked its head out of its kennel, then silently retreated upon seeing the rooster, letting out a whimper. Its eyes seemed to say, "You idiot, you can't tell the difference between a king and a queen! Get ready to be stewed!"

Jiang Hui rushed over, asking worriedly, "Is Tongtong alright?"

Tongtong was helped up by her grandmother. Her little face was a little red from the fall and the fright she had just experienced, but she stubbornly shook her head and patted the dirt off her palms: "Grandma, I'm fine! I can do it myself!"

She raised her chin, looked at the rooster that had already retreated a few steps but still stood tall and proud as if in defiance, and announced in a cute but fierce tone:

"I want to fight him one-on-one!"

Jiang Hui looked at the defiance in her granddaughter's eyes, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to respect the child's fighting spirit, only giving her a few words of advice:

"Tongtong, be careful, its claws are sharp. Grandma is watching."

Of course, she had already sentenced that rooster to death in her mind; she had to stew it tonight!

Tongtong cheered herself up: I'm going to be the big sister, how can I be defeated by a little chick!

She picked up the fallen wire, struck a very imposing pose, her small face tense, and stared intently at her opponent.

The rooster seemed to have its fighting spirit ignited as well. The feathers on its neck bristled, its colorful wings spread slightly, and its bright eyes stared intently at the little creature in front of it.

"Hey!" Tongtong took the initiative and rushed forward with the wire in hand.

Not to be outdone, the rooster crowed sharply and flapped its wings as it flew low, its sharp claws reaching out to scratch at Tongtong's outstretched arm!

Tongtong was startled when she didn't expect it to fly. She hurriedly backed away, but her arm was still grazed by a chicken claw, and several red marks immediately appeared on her tender skin.

"Tongtong!" Jiang Hui was so anxious that she stomped her feet and almost rushed over.

Tongtong stopped her grandmother from coming over with her eyes, then looked at the red mark on her arm, pouted, but didn't cry.

Just as the rooster landed triumphantly after its successful attack, preparing to strike again, Tongtong seized the opportunity, shouted, and unleashed her ultimate move:

"Meow, pounce!"

He pounced on the rooster that had just landed like a small cannonball!

"Bang!" The little dumpling landed squarely on the rooster.

"Cluck cluck cluck—!" The rooster was startled by the sudden pressure and struggled desperately under her.

Tongtong frantically held it down, and with great difficulty managed to grab the base of its two constantly flapping wings and forcefully lift it out from under her body.

The little rooster kicked its legs in vain in her hand, no longer able to be proud.

Tongtong used her free little hand to wipe her mouth with her little finger, looked at the defeated chick in her hand, and announced with her little head held high:

"Hmph! You think you can beat me? You're still 20,000 years away! I'll take on ten of you!!!"

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Jiang Hui watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding with fear yet unable to suppress her amusement. She quickly stepped forward, took the defeated rooster, and held its feet tightly to prevent it from hurting Tongtong again.

She carefully examined the red mark on Tongtong's arm and found that it was just a superficial injury without any broken skin or bleeding. She breathed a long sigh of relief and gently blew on it with concern.

"Grandma's sweetie, you're so brave! Does it hurt?"

Tongtong stretched her little arms, shook her head, and her face showed the pride of victory:

"It doesn't hurt~ Grandma, Tongtong won~"

After this battle between humans and chickens, catching ordinary chicks is no longer a challenge for Tongtong.

Her gaze fell on the big yellow dog pretending to sleep by the door of the doghouse.

Tongtong walked over, squatted down in front of the doghouse, poked Dahuang's nose with her little finger, and then beckoned with her little hand: "Doggy, get up, let's have a one-on-one fight!"

Big Yellow's ears twitched, its eyes opened a crack, and then its tail began to wag—it wasn't that stupid chicken; it had long recognized this as the little tyrant of the house, and it didn't want to become a useless, hapless dog.

Big Yellow simply rolled over, exposing its belly, with its ears drooping completely, looking like it was ready to be dealt with at will.

Tongtong tentatively placed her foot on Big Yellow's leg, and seeing that the dog didn't move, she let out a clear "hahahaha" laugh.

At that moment, she felt like she was the most awesome person.

"Who else?!"

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Mo Ye and He Wanqing returned at this time.

The couple stood at the gate of their courtyard, watching their daughter, who looked like a local bully. Her skirt was covered in dirt, her hair was messy, and her little face was filthy, yet she was laughing arrogantly.

At her feet was the family's big yellow dog, humbly wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Mo Ye silently took out his phone and started recording.

"What are you doing?" He Wanqing asked softly.

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and whispered to He Wanqing, "A village bully has been born. This embarrassing history must be archived so she can see it when she grows up."

He Wanqing sighed and rubbed her forehead. She could already imagine the humiliated and indignant look on the face of the graceful young girl when she saw this video more than ten years later.

"Tongtong," He Wanqing walked over, squatted down, and gently brushed the grass clippings and dust off her daughter's skirt. Her gaze fell on her slightly reddened arms, and her tone was full of concern.

"How did you get so dirty? Did you fall?"

"It wasn't wrestling!" Upon hearing this, Tongtong immediately reacted like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, hurriedly denying it loudly, her little face turning bright red as she tried her best to maintain her victor's dignity.

"Tongtong defeated the chick! That disobedient rooster! Tongtong pinned it down!"

She would never willingly recount her humiliating experience of being kicked in the butt by a rooster and then scratched by its claws!

Mo Ye and He Wanqing saw their daughter's guilty yet proud little face, and they knew exactly what was going on, but neither of them called her out.

Children should always retain a little bit of a hero's dream.

Mo Ye carried the basket full of eggs into the house and put it away.

When she came out, Jiang Hui had already neatly tied the feet of the rooster that dared to offend the little master with straw rope, and handed it to Mo Ye:

"Take this, it'll be ready for tonight. I'll make a stewed chicken in a clay pot for Tongtong to nourish her body."

The rooster seemed to sense its impending doom, flapping its wings futilely in Mo Ye's hands and uttering a few weak "clucking" sounds.

Jiang Hui then took Tongtong's little hand and said softly:

"Come on, Tongtong, let's go to the corner store with Grandma to reward our little hero. What do you want to eat? Grandma will buy it for you!"

"Yay!" Tongtong's attention was immediately diverted, and she cheered.

The group walked along the stone-paved path toward the village store.

"Uncle Niu, busy?" Jiang Hui greeted him familiarly.

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