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

The large mask almost covered most of Tongtong's face, leaving only her big, bright eyes visible.

"Ugh... why do I have to wear this? It's uncomfortable..." Tongtong protested in a muffled voice, reaching out to pull it down.

Mo Ye straightened the edges of her mask and explained:

"Because the pigsty smells of pig poop, it's stinky. Wearing this will prevent you from smelling it."

Upon hearing the word "stinky," Tongtong immediately stopped trying to pull at her mask, obediently leaving it in place, and muttered softly, "Then Tongtong will wear it..."

Mo Ye looked at He Wanqing: "Wanqing, do you want to go back and rest? You've been walking all day."

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's excited and expectant expression, shook her head, and put on a mask as well.

"Let's go take a look together. I've never seen newborn piglets before."

Even before you get close, a unique, strong smell, a mixture of fermented feed, animal excrement, and earthy odor, wafts over.

He Wanqing frowned subconsciously; even though she was wearing a mask, the smell still seeped in everywhere.

She asked Mo Ye softly, "The smell is indeed quite strong. Why didn't you build the pigsty further away, or clean it up more frequently?"

Mo Ye smiled and said in a low voice:

"Pig manure is a valuable commodity in the countryside, commonly known as a farmer's treasure."

It's excellent fertilizer; you can sell it directly for money. Many families also use it to ferment and produce biogas, which can be used for cooking and lighting—it's a form of recycling.

He Wanqing suddenly realized and nodded.

She doesn't really know much about these agricultural production and ecological cycles.

Tongtong, holding Mo Chashan's hand, twitched her little nose, seemingly accepting the smell of pig manure quite well, and even finding the smell of fresh hay rather pleasant.

She simply pulled the mask off herself, hung it over one ear, and took a deep breath: "Feels okay!"

Arriving at the separate pen specifically for caring for piglets, Mo Chashan opened the iron gate and reached out to turn on a warm yellow light bulb inside.

The dim yet bright light shone down, illuminating the corner where the piglets were spread out thickly and softly with hay.

Several pink and chubby piglets were huddled together, some fast asleep, others restlessly nudging each other and making soft grunts, they were so cute.

"Wow!" Tongtong cheered, broke free from her grandfather's hand, and ran inside. She squatted down next to the piglet, watching intently.

"They're so cute! So chubby!"

She reached out her little hand and tentatively, gently touched the smooth, slightly firm back of one of the piglets.

Seeing that the piglets only twisted their bodies and did not resist, they became bolder and carefully picked up the piglet that looked the most docile.

The piglet wasn't big; it fit perfectly in her arms.

Standing outside the fence, He Wanqing hurriedly reminded her, "Tongtong, be careful, hold on tight, don't drop the pig."

"Mmm! Don't worry, Mom, Tongtong will be careful!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, hugging the soft, warm little piggy. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and grinned in He Wanqing's direction.

"Mommy! Take a picture of Tongtong and the little pig! Make sure it looks good!"

He Wanqing chuckled. This little girl never forgets to show off, no matter where she goes.

She took out her phone, adjusted the lighting, and in the video, her daughter was holding a piglet, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her cheeks rosy. Behind her were warm yellow lights and clean haystacks, making the scene exceptionally heartwarming and fun.

"Click, click," she snapped several photos in a row, then casually added them to a special album on her phone called "Tongtong's Growth Diary."

There are already tens of thousands of photos inside.

Tongtong was satisfied. She gently put one down and then touched the other, rubbing the pig's soft belly. Listening to their grunting and squeaking, she giggled and laughed nonstop.

Seeing his granddaughter having fun, Mo Chashan checked on the piglets and found them all healthy and lively. He was happy to watch from the sidelines and let Tongtong get close to the piglets.

Just then, in the pen of adult pigs next door, a huge pig's head, covered with a few bits of grass, suddenly popped out from above the partition, making heavy grunting noises, and its two small eyes curiously looked at Tongtong.

"Ah!" Tongtong was engrossed in teasing the pig when she was startled by the sudden appearance of the big pig peeking out. She plopped down on her bottom on the haystack.

Mo Chashan reacted swiftly, grabbing a flat-headed shovel leaning against the wall and slamming it down heavily on the pig's protruding head with a crisp "clang," yelling, "Go back! Shrink back! If you scare my precious granddaughter again, I'll kill you for a meal tomorrow, and have a fat Dragon Boat Festival!"

The big pig was stunned by the slap, grunted sullenly, and shrank back.

Grandpa helped Tongtong up, patted the bits of grass off her bottom, made a face at the pigpen, and pouted her little mouth:

"Big pigs are so unlovable! They're fat and fierce! Little pigs are so much better, they're soft and squishy."

Mo Ye stood to the side, listening to his daughter complain about how fat the pig was. For some reason, the theme song melody of an animated film he watched as a child suddenly flashed into his mind, along with the unforgettable line, "You fat pig, GG!"

His lips twitched slightly. When he was a kid, he watched that movie called "Super Lollipop" and always thought that the fat pig was righteous.

Night fell as dark as ink, silently covering the village, while stars began to twinkle in the sky.

He Wanqing glanced at the sky outside the window, which had darkened completely, and softly greeted:

"Tongtong, it's time to go back and take a bath. Little Pig needs to go to sleep too."

Tongtong reluctantly touched the last piglet's ear and muttered softly:

"Little pigs, you must go to sleep obediently. Tongtong will come to see you again tomorrow!" Only then did she leave, looking back every few steps, as her mother led her away.

Back home, Jiang Hui was already waiting in the living room, smiling as she said to He Wanqing:

"Wanqing, Auntie has prepared some changes of clothes for you and Tongtong and put them in Moye's room. Take a look and see if they are suitable, and let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Auntie, you've gone to so much trouble." He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart; this thoughtfulness and consideration helped to dispel much of her initial awkwardness upon arrival.

The family of three went upstairs to the second floor and pushed open the door to Mo Ye's room. Mo Ye was stunned for a moment.

Mo Ye even took a half step back, looked up to confirm the location, and only then did he dare to be sure that this was indeed the room he had lived in for more than ten years.

The room has been completely renovated.

The slightly worn-out wooden furniture is gone, replaced by a complete set of simple and warm light-colored solid wood furniture.

The room features a large and comfortable double bed, a wardrobe, desk, and bedside table all in the same color scheme, and even the curtains have been changed to a soft, draping off-white.

The room was bright and clean, exuding a sense of comfort from careful arrangement.

A dressing table against the wall, and a mountain of gift boxes piled on the desk.

Upon closer inspection, He Wanqing saw a dazzling array of skincare products, cosmetics, perfumes, designer bags, scarves, and more, covering almost everything she might use in her daily life, and all of them were from reputable brands.

Clearly, her in-laws not only prepared the room with care, but also thoughtfully considered her needs as a woman.

"This..." He Wanqing didn't know what to say for a moment, but felt a warm current flow into her heart.

This level of attention far exceeded her expectations...