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

His Wanqing was never the kind of woman who would only depend on others.

She has her own ideas, her own principles, and her own aspirations.

Isn't this the kind of girl he likes?

After figuring it out, he felt relieved.

Since she wanted to learn, he taught her.

Teach with all your might, teach with patience and meticulousness.

If she doesn't want to do it anymore in the future, then he will continue doing it.

It's very simple.

He reached out, pulled her into his arms, and gave her a gentle hug.

"Okay," he whispered in her ear, "then you'll be my assistant today, starting with the basics."

He Wanqing nodded in his arms, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Mo Ye let go of her hand, took her hand, and the two went downstairs together.

Downstairs, Jiang Hui was sitting in the living room eating fruit, with several fruit plates on the coffee table in front of her.

Seeing the two of them come down, she quickly waved, "Come on, come and have some fruit! Brother Shan just cut it!"

He Wanqing sat down next to Jiang Hui, her gaze falling on the fruit plate on the coffee table.

The watermelon was cut into even small pieces, each about the size of a bite, and neatly arranged on a plate.

The longan fruits were peeled, and the white and tender flesh was piled up.

The lychees were also pitted, and the translucent flesh glistened with moisture.

There were also sliced ​​mangoes and peeled wampee...

Looking at the carefully prepared fruit, she suddenly remembered that when Mo Ye was at home, he always cut fruit for her in the same way: into small, easy-to-eat pieces, removing the pits and peels, and inserting toothpicks so she could eat it directly.

She had only thought he was thoughtful and considerate before, but now, looking at the equally carefully prepared fruit in front of Jiang Hui, she truly understood.

It turns out this is a family habit.

These are habits that only people who grow up in a loving environment develop.

She suddenly remembered her father and understood why he hadn't supported her becoming a single mother.

He Wanqing lowered her eyes and silently said in her heart: Dad, I was wrong. I will definitely apologize to you properly when I get back.

Mo Ye noticed her distraction and assumed she was touched by Jiang Hui's thoughtfulness.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Envious? I'll cut some for you when we get back."

He Wanqing snapped out of her daze and playfully slapped him, saying, "Auntie's still here!"

Mo Ye smiled, sat up straight, and picked up a few longans.

He picked one up, pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger, and with a "snap," the longan skin split open.

He used his fingernail to remove the pit, then handed the whole, clean fruit to He Wanqing's mouth.

He Wanqing was looking down, peeling the longan in her hand bit by bit, until her fingernails hurt.

She paused for a moment when she saw the fruit that Mo Ye handed her.

So... you can just pinch it open?

Then what was the point of her painstakingly peeling it bit by bit just now?

She parted her red lips slightly and put the fruit he offered into her mouth.

The sweet juice melted on her tongue. She squinted her eyes and nodded: "Very sweet."

Mo Ye smiled and picked up another one to peel: "Eat more if it's sweet."

Jiang Hui watched this scene from the side, feeling secretly pleased.

She picked up another fruit plate and pushed it towards He Wanqing:

"Wanqing, try this, it's a wampee fruit from our hometown. This variety is seedless and not sour at all."

He Wanqing thanked her and put a yellow-skinned fruit into her mouth.

She wasn't really a fan of wampee; in her memory, it was always so sour it made her frown.

But this one was surprisingly sweet, with a soft and tender texture and plenty of juice, without any sour or astringent taste.

Her eyes lit up, and she picked up another one.

Mo Ye was still peeling longans beside him, feeding them one at a time, without even having time to eat any himself.

He Wanqing looked at the pile of fruit in front of her, then at him, and suddenly picked up a lychee, peeled it in a few quick steps, and held it to his lips.

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then smiled and opened his mouth to put the lychee in.

He then gently put her finger in his mouth.

He Wanqing's fingertips went numb, and her face flushed red.

She quickly looked at Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui was drinking water from her teacup, looking out the window as if she didn't see anything.

He Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to glare fiercely at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye looked back at her with an innocent expression.

Jiang Hui finished her tea, put down her cup, glanced at the time, and stood up.

"Alright, you guys go ahead with your work. I'm going to check on your dad at the tea plantation."

Mo Ye nodded: "Mom, Wanqing and I will cook dinner tonight."

Jiang Hui smiled and looked at He Wanqing: "Then I'm really looking forward to enjoying myself today. Thank you for your hard work, Wanqing."

He Wanqing quickly waved her hand: "Auntie, I'm just helping out, Mo Ye does most of the work."

"Helping is helping out too," Jiang Hui said with a smile as she walked out. "I'm going to find Brother Shan. You guys take your time at home."

She walked to the door, then looked back once more, thinking to herself:

The kitchen is a place where young people like to flirt, so she won't be in the way.

I just hope the two of them don't make the kitchen too messy.

The door closed.

Only Mo Ye and He Wanqing remained in the living room.

Mo Ye stood up and extended his hand to He Wanqing: "Let's go."

He Wanqing placed her hand in his palm, and he pulled her up. The two of them walked into the kitchen together.

The kitchen is spacious and bright, and the stove is kept clean and tidy.

Mo Ye opened the refrigerator, scanned it from top to bottom, and began to take stock of the ingredients:

"One grouper, seven lobsters, a piece of pork, a bunch of greens..." He turned to look at He Wanqing.

"How about we have steamed grouper, garlic lobster, sweet and sour pork, and stir-fried vegetables tonight?"

He Wanqing nodded: "I'll eat whatever you make."

She genuinely had no objections.

She loves all of these things, and the person who cooks has the most power; the person eating has no right to be picky.

Mo Ye took out the ingredients one by one and placed them on the kitchen counter.

Then he turned around, put on a stern face, and his expression became serious.

"Student Wanqing"

He Wanqing was taken aback: "Huh?"

"From now on," Mo Ye said seriously.

"I am your master, and you are my disciple. Do you understand?"

He Wanqing looked completely bewildered: "???"

No, what are you doing? Playing role-playing games?

"Mo Ye," she looked at him speechlessly, "what are you doing?"

Mo Ye remained unmoved, his face stern: "Watch your expression. Also, I'm your master now, so call me master. Understand?"

He Wanqing: "..."

She crossed her arms, looked at him with a half-smile, and spoke in a cool tone:

"Master? I'm older than you, okay? You should be the one calling me master."

Mo Ye didn't say anything, but picked up the chopsticks next to him and gently tapped the back of her hand.

He Wanqing: "???"

"No, what are you doing?"

Mo Ye finally couldn't hold back anymore. He smiled and leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear, "My little one is being disobedient, so I have to spank him."

He Wanqing: "..."

She looked at his smug expression and felt both annoyed and amused.

How can this person be so childish?

But why... is it kind of cute?

She turned her face away, trying to suppress her smile, but she couldn't...