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

girl:"……"

Mo Ye silently withdrew his gaze, twisted the accelerator, and drove away.

He Wanqing reached out and pinched Mo Ye's soft waist hard.

Mo Ye winced in pain but dared not utter a sound.

He never expected to see such an explosive scene so early in the morning...

The motorcycle wound its way through the market before finally finding an empty spot.

Although the location is a bit out of the way and the foot traffic isn't as high as in the central area, at least I managed to snag a spot.

Mo Ye parked the car, jumped out, carried Tongtong out of the car, and then reached out to help He Wanqing.

He Wanqing slapped his hand away, jumped down, and glared at him irritably.

Mo Ye wasn't annoyed when He Wanqing patted him. Instead, while He Wanqing was tidying up her things, he quietly reached out his hand—

He precisely touched her buttocks.

He Wanqing felt as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a soft "Ah!" and almost dropping what she was holding.

She turned her head abruptly, her cheeks flushing red at a visible speed, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, filled with...

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Where are we?"

His eyes were fierce, but because his face was red, he looked cute and intimidating, without any intimidation.

Mo Ye blinked at her innocently, as if he wasn't the one who had just reached out.

He Wanqing quickly glanced around. Fortunately, the market was noisy and everyone was busy with their own things, so no one noticed the little thing happening here.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still pounding.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" Tongtong poked her little head out from behind the car, looking curious.

The heat on He Wanqing's face hadn't subsided yet. She steadied her voice, trying her best to appear nonchalant:

"It's nothing, Mom just... got bitten by a mosquito."

Mo Ye: "..." Mosquitoes?

Tongtong nodded her little head earnestly, her face full of sympathy:

"Mosquitoes are awful! Tongtong doesn't like mosquitoes either!"

Looking at her daughter's earnest little face, He Wanqing felt most of her embarrassment and annoyance dissipate.

She bent down and kissed Tongtong on the cheek, then straightened up, gave Mo Ye a meaningful look, and made a clapping motion in the air with her hand:

"Mom hates it too, she'd slap it to death."

Mo Ye felt as if that slap had landed on his face.

He silently made a mental note: you really can't just touch a tigress's butt.

Okay, I'd better behave myself from now on.

Jokes aside, business can't be delayed.

Mo Ye went around to the back of the motorcycle and started moving things out: two baskets of neatly arranged bamboo leaves and two baskets of lychees.

He Wanqing also put away her shyness, took out a blue and white checkered cloth from the truck bed, neatly spread it on the cement ground in front of the stall, and weighed down the four corners with small stones.

Tongtong eagerly raised her little hand: "Tongtong wants to sell zongzi leaves! Tongtong can count!"

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her eager little face.

He pulled a folding stool from the back of the truck and set it up behind the stall.

Tongtong plopped down on it, her chubby little hands neatly placed on her knees.

With its little face tilted upwards and its eyes sparkling, it's a tiny, adorable little hamster, looking like it's waiting for its meal.

Mo Ye took out a cardboard sign he had written earlier from his pocket and leaned it against the lychee basket: Lychees, three catties for ten yuan.

Then I took out another piece and stuck it into the pile of bamboo leaves: five large bamboo leaves in a bundle, and three small bamboo leaves in a bundle.

He pointed to the two baskets filled with bamboo leaves and instructed Tongtong, "Put the five-yuan ones over here, and the three-yuan ones over there, understand?"

"I know!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, her two little pigtails swaying.

Mo Ye had just taken out the scale and hadn't even had a chance to put it down properly when he heard Tongtong start shouting—

"Selling bamboo leaves! Three yuan each! Huge clearance sale!!!"

The childish voice, with its melodious intonation, was exactly the same as the loudspeaker announcement from earlier that "the factory manager and brother-in-law ran away."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

This is... learning on the spot?

Mo Ye was also stunned, then gave a thumbs up:

"Well done! Our Tongtong has a talent for sales!"

Tongtong was praised, so she shouted even more enthusiastically, her little voice high-pitched and bright, with great penetrating power.

Although the location is a bit out of the way and there isn't much foot traffic, Tongtong's shouts are just too distinctive.

Before long, a number of people were attracted to it.

However, once everyone arrived, all eyes immediately fell on this family of three—

The man was tall and upright, with handsome features;

The woman possessed an ethereal elegance, and her face was so beautiful it looked as if she had stepped out of a painting.

The little dumpling in the middle, with two little pigtails and wearing a yellow duck shirt, is sitting on a stool, its little face intently watching the people coming and going.

She's so good-looking.

It's so tall that it makes you forget why you're even there.

"Wow, this little girl is so pretty!"

"Is this family from TV?"

"Those looks, wow..."

Everyone praised the bamboo leaves, but no one asked about them.

Tongtong greeted everyone several times, but when she realized that they were just looking and not buying, the smile on her little face slowly faded.

So many people came... why aren't they buying anything?

She was a little depressed, her little mouth slightly pouting, her head down, and her two chubby little fingers poking each other.

Mo Ye looked at his daughter pouting, squatted down, and rubbed her little head:

"Tongtong, not everyone knows how to wrap zongzi. We need to wait patiently for the person who needs the bamboo leaves to come."

Tongtong nodded as if she understood, and continued to tend her zongzi leaf stall, though the excitement on her little face had faded considerably.

Just as she was drooping her little head and about to enter "emo" mode, a figure stopped in front of the stall.

Tongtong looked up, her eyes lighting up. It was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a plaid shirt and glasses, and he looked very refined.

"Uncle, do you want to buy some bamboo leaves for making zongzi?" Tongtong immediately switched to business mode, her little face beaming with smiles.

"These were picked by my great-grandmother, parents, and me when we went up the mountain. They're so fresh!"

The man squatted down, looking at the small, earnest-looking baby in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a surge of affection.

He was just strolling around when he saw a crowd gathered here, so he came over to join in the fun.

I never expected the stall owner to be such a tiny little guy.

He looked at the bamboo leaves in the basket; they were indeed fresh, lush green, and carried the fresh fragrance of the mountains and fields.

"How much is this?" he asked, pointing to the small basket.

Tongtong held up three chubby little fingers: "These cost three yuan a bundle!"

The man pointed to the large basket again: "What about that one?"

"That's five yuan!" Tongtong held up five fingers, spread them out like a little fleshy flower.

Looking at her earnest little face, the man suddenly felt like teasing her.

He then pointed to the small basket: "How much is this?"

"Three pieces!"

"And this one?" He pointed to the large basket.

Five dollars!

The man asked with a smile, "How about I have two?"

A barely perceptible glint of cunning flashed across Tongtong's little face...

P.S.: I've seen everyone's comments, and I'll incorporate some of them later. The rural setting mainly focuses on Tongtong!