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

Tongtong took the golden apple snail, examined it several times, and then "plop!" threw it back into the water. Pointing her chubby finger at the snails in the ditch, she announced with great enthusiasm, "Tongtong, let's catch some!"

The two little ones bent down and began to collect snails in the ditch.

There were a lot of snails in the irrigation ditch, crawling densely on the bottom and walls of the ditch.

Tongtong quickly mastered the technique: when she saw one, she would reach out, scoop it up, and toss it into her basket; when she saw another, she would scoop it up again and toss it away again.

"one!"

"two!"

"Three!"

She picked them up and counted them as she went, but as she counted, she felt it slowed her down, so she simply stopped counting and focused on picking them up.

Her little face was full of seriousness, and she was muttering to herself:

"This is a snail...this is also a snail...this is...wait, this round one is an apple snail, throw it away!"

Mo Yunqi watched her from the side and couldn't help but laugh.

As Tongtong was picking them up, she suddenly stopped, staring at a large, round snail in her hand. Her eyes sparkled, and her little mouth opened slightly, a glistening liquid flowing down the corner of her mouth.

She quickly slurped to suck back her saliva, but it started flowing out again within two seconds.

This snail is huge...

It must taste delicious...

Stir-fry it, add some chili peppers, it'll smell delicious! It'll be spicy! It'll definitely taste great!

"Tongtong?" Mo Yunqi's voice pulled her back from her reverie. "Why are you drooling?"

Tongtong snapped out of her daze, wiped her mouth, and said nonchalantly, "No, Tongtong didn't drool."

She carefully placed the large snail into her basket and continued picking up snails, but as she picked, she couldn't help but swallow.

I'm so hungry for it.

The snails in the basket kept piling up, eventually forming a small mountain.

Tongtong looked at her "trophies," and the smile on her little face grew brighter and brighter, as if she could already see the snails being stir-fried and served on the table.

"Tongtong, that's enough," Mo Yunqi finally spoke up to stop them, "That's enough, otherwise we won't be able to take it all back."

Tongtong looked down at her little basket, and indeed, it was overflowing.

She looked again at the snails that were still left in the ditch, her little face filled with reluctance.

These are all delicious...

"Brother," she looked at Mo Yunqi pitifully, "can't we pick up a little more?"

Looking at her greedy little face, Mo Yunqi almost softened, but still shook his head:

"That's enough. We can't carry any more, and Auntie can't cook that much at once. We can come back to collect the rest next time, okay?"

Tongtong pouted, looking longingly at the snails in the ditch, but finally nodded: "Okay..."

Mo Yunqi climbed up first, then bent down and stretched out his hands to Tongtong: "Come on, let your brother pull you up."

Tongtong grabbed his hand, and he lifted her up forcefully, pulling her up like a radish.

He jumped down again and handed up the basket full of snails.

Finally, there were those bottles containing fish, shrimp, and loach.

The two little ones counted their "spoils": a basket of snails and three bottles containing loach, eel, and small fish.

"Let's go!" Mo Yunqi slung the basket over his shoulder and carried two bottles in his hands.

Tongtong also carried a bottle and followed him back.

When we got to the other side of Mocha Mountain.

Mo Chashan was closing in the net when he saw the two children and froze.

Tongtong was covered in mud; there wasn't a clean spot on her face, hair, or clothes, and her hair was sticking messily to her face.

But her eyes were bright, she had a smile on her face, and she was holding a bottle in her hands.

Mo Yunqi wasn't much better off; he was also covered in mud, and his little basket on his back was full of snails, but he was full of energy.

Mo Chashan looked at it for two seconds, then laughed.

That's it.

Kids should be like that—a little dirty, a little wild—that's what makes them healthy.

Tongtong immediately spotted the bucket next to her grandfather, which was filled with many large, shimmering silver fish, some of which were still thrashing about.

"Wow!!" Tongtong's eyes widened. She grabbed the bottle and ran over, peering into the bucket.

"Grandpa! This fish is huge!"

They were indeed huge, each one as long as her forearm, their scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Tongtong couldn't help but reach out her hand, wanting to touch it.

"Tongtong, be careful," Mo Yunqi reminded her from the side, "There are thorns on the fish's back; you'll bleed if you get pricked."

Tongtong withdrew her hand, looked at him, then at the fish, but couldn't resist. She reached out her little hand again and carefully touched the nearest fish.

The fingertips had just touched the fish scales when...

The big fish suddenly flicked its tail, and with a "splat," water splashed everywhere, hitting Tongtong's face.

"Ah!!" Tongtong exclaimed, jumping back a step, wiping the water from her face, and pouting, "Fish, you're so annoying!"

Mo Yunqi was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

Just then, another net was cast in Mocha Mountain.

There were quite a few fish in the net, but one stood out in particular, its golden-red scales shimmering in the sunlight.

"A golden carp?" Mo Chashan paused for a moment, then smiled, turning to look at Tongtong.

"Tongtong, do you want to keep this golden koi fish?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly.

Golden fish!

Beautiful!

"Yes! Grandpa, I want it!" She quickly raised her hand, her little face full of excitement.

Mo Chashan smiled as he untied the golden carp, picked up a plastic bag from the side, filled it with some water, put the fish in, and then handed it to Tongtong.

"Yunqi," he said, looking at Mo Yunqi.

"Take Tongtong back first. Both of you are soaking wet, go back and take a shower, don't catch a cold."

Mo Yunqi nodded and took the bag: "Let's go, Tongtong, let's go home."

Tongtong hugged the bag containing the golden carp, looking back at the large fishpond every few steps, her little face full of reluctance.

"Grandpa, shall we come back to catch fish again next time?"

"Come on, next time Grandpa will take you to a bigger pond."

"Yay!"

The two little ones walked back the way they came.

As Tongtong walked, she couldn't help but look down at the goldfish in the bag.

The fish swam around in the bag, opening and closing their mouths.

She couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

Just as my finger slipped into the bag and touched the fish, I suddenly tripped over something.

"oops!!"

Tongtong stumbled forward, the bag in her hand flew out and flew through the air in an arc before landing on the ground with a "thud".

The moment the bag hit the ground, all the water inside spilled out.

The golden carp leaped and thrashed about on the ground, its tail slapping against the earth.

Tongtong steadied herself, turned around, and saw that her face had turned pale.

"Fish!!"

She didn't care about anything else and rushed over to pick up the fish.

Mo Yunqi ran over and, seeing the fish struggling on the dry ground, became anxious as well.

Actually, all we need to do is add some more water. The irrigation canal is not far away, or there are small ditches by the roadside.

But both children were so flustered that neither of them remembered this detail.

"Run!" Mo Yunqi grabbed the golden carp from the ground and put it in his bag.

"Let's run back quickly and put it in the water!"

Tongtong nodded vigorously and then ran after him...