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

He also noticed that there was something wrong with the gun; it would occasionally jam.

There was something wrong with those balloons too; some were deliberately blown up small so they wouldn't pop easily.

This tactic is so outdated.

"One more time." Mo Ye took out his phone and scanned another fifteen yuan.

The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he quickly handed over a new gun.

Mo Ye took it, but did not hit it immediately.

He checked the gun first, pulled the trigger twice to make sure there was no problem, and then raised the gun to aim.

"Boss," he suddenly spoke up, "you only need twenty shots to pop all the balloons, right?"

"Yes, yes, smash them all, and pick any big plush toy you want."

Mo Ye nodded and began to fight.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The shot was executed flawlessly, with every bullet hitting its mark.

When he fired the tenth shot, he suddenly put down the gun and looked at the stall owner: "Boss, this gun is jammed."

The stall owner's expression changed: "Really? Let me see..."

He reached out to take the gun, but Mo Ye had already put it aside and picked up the one He Wanqing had just used: "I'll use this one."

Stall owner: "..."

Mo Ye picked up the faulty gun, pulled the trigger, and "bang," it worked normally.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner's smile froze completely.

Mo Ye didn't say anything more and continued firing. One shot, one kill; the remaining ten shots all hit their mark.

Twenty shots, twenty balloons, not one missing.

Tongtong watched with wide eyes, and when the last balloon popped, she jumped up and clapped her hands loudly.

"Daddy's awesome! Daddy's the best! Daddy won!"

He Wanqing was also stunned, then couldn't help but laugh.

She had been fighting for ages, completely outmaneuvered, but he turned the tables on her right away.

Mo Ye lowered his gun, looked at the stall owner, and said with a half-smile, "Boss, can you choose now?"

The stall owner was cursing inwardly, but had to force a smile on his face:

"Sure, sure, of course! Congratulations! You can pick any of the big plush toys you like!"

As soon as Tongtong heard that she could choose a doll, she immediately pulled her mother and ran to the row of large dolls.

She tilted her little head back, looked at the two fluffy cat-ear hats, pointed with her finger, and said, "This one, this one."

The stall owner looked in the direction she was looking, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Those two hats were stocked up by him last winter. He sold them all in one season and still had a few left, which had been sitting at the bottom of a box.

I just brought this out to make up the numbers, and I didn't expect anyone to actually want it!

Fearing the family of three might change their minds, he rushed over, grabbed the two hats, and shoved them into Tongtong's arms.

"You have great taste, kid! These two are for you!"

Tongtong hugged two fluffy hats, her little face beaming with joy: "Thank you, Uncle!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a smile in each other's eyes.

These two hats are probably inventory that the stall owner is eager to clear out.

But looking at Tongtong's happy little face, who would care?

Mo Ye picked up the hat and held it up on Tongtong's head: "Want to try it on?"

Tongtong tilted her little face up and let Moye put the hat on her head.

The hat was a bit too big, lying loosely on her little head, with her two cat ears drooping down. Paired with her big, watery eyes, she looked just like a real little kitten.

He Wanqing's heart melted at the sight, and she took out her phone to snap a picture.

Tongtong gave her mother a "V" sign, then turned to Mo Ye and asked, "Daddy, is it pretty?"

Mo Ye smiled and nodded: "It's pretty, like a little kitten."

Tongtong smiled contentedly, then pointed to the large one: "Mommy, you can wear it too!"

He Wanqing was taken aback: "Me?"

"Mmm!" Tongtong took the big hat, stood on tiptoe, and handed it to He Wanqing's head.

"Mommy should wear it! Just like Tongtong!"

He Wanqing was both amused and exasperated. She squatted down and let her daughter put the hat on her.

As soon as the hat was on, Mo Ye was already taking pictures with his phone.

He Wanqing was unusually embarrassed and turned her head slightly, but Mo Ye called out to her, "Don't move, it looks beautiful."

After taking the photos, He Wanqing and Tongtong took off their hats because it was too hot.

He Wanqing patted Tongtong's little head, "Wear it when we get home where there's air conditioning, it's too hot."

Tongtong nodded her little head. "Tongtong, wait until it gets cold before you wear it."

The three prepared to return to where they had left their motorcycles and head home.

The afternoon market had mostly dispersed, with only a few stalls still holding on. The stall owners, having lost their morning enthusiasm, gathered in small groups to chat and play cards.

Tongtong was being led by the hand by Moye, her little head looking around curiously at everything.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, an elderly woman was standing in front of a stall selling free-range eggs, carrying a bag of eggs in her hand, her voice so loud it could be heard halfway down the street:

"Thirty-thirty, are you selling or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

The stall owner was an honest, middle-aged man who rubbed his hands together, looking troubled.

"Auntie, these eggs are from our own free-range chickens. They're big and fresh. Thirty-five yuan for twenty-five is really not expensive..."

The old woman put the eggs on the stall, turned around and left, saying, "Never mind then."

The stall owner panicked and shouted, "Sell! Sell! Sell! Thirty it is! Come back! Come back!"

The old woman paused, a quick smirk playing on her lips, then turned back with a stern face, picked up the egg again, muttered "That's more like it," paid, and left.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking less than a minute.

Tongtong stood there, her little mouth agape in an "O" shape, her eyes wide open.

You can do it like that?

She looked down at her little pocket, then at a bubble machine stall next to her, and an idea popped into her head.

Mo Ye was about to pull her along when he saw his daughter suddenly let go of his hand, take short strides, and rush aggressively toward the bubble machine stall.

Her gait and imposing manner made it seem like she was about to rob someone.

He Wanqing was taken aback: "What is she doing?"

Mo Ye was also taken aback: "...It seems like they went shopping?"

The two exchanged a glance and quickly followed, but didn't get too close, standing a few steps away, ready to watch the show.

The bubble machine vendor was a man in his thirties, who was looking down at his phone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something rushing towards him menacingly. He was so startled that he almost dropped his phone. Looking down, he saw a cute little baby with two little pigtails, wearing overalls.

"Phew~" He breathed a sigh of relief, his smile returning. "Little one, want to buy a bubble machine?"

Tongtong stopped, looked up at her little face, and asked in her childish voice, "Uncle, how much is the bubble machine?"

The vendor pointed to the various bubble machines hanging behind him:

"Which one do you want: this fifteen, this twenty, or this twenty-five with lights?"

Tongtong stared at the pink bunny bubble machine she had her eye on for a while, and pointed at it: "This one."

"Fifteen yuan," the stall owner said with a smile.

Tongtong's eyes widened, her little face clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?": "It's so expensive? Can you make it cheaper?"

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