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

Jiang Hui looked at her granddaughter's smug smile and then at her daughter-in-law's indescribable expression, and suddenly understood something.

Is this little thing using them to block its mother?

She couldn't help but laugh, bending down to pick Tongtong up, not minding that she was dirty: "You little rascal, you even know how to use this opportunity now?"

Tongtong hugged her grandmother's neck, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Standing to the side, watching this scene, He Wanqing suddenly had a strong premonition.

Her daughter is definitely going to be a little devil in the future.

Oh well, it's my own child, what can I do?

She sighed.

Mo Ye stood beside He Wanqing, noticing the faint worry in her eyes as she stared at Tongtong's retreating figure, and spoke softly:

"Don't worry, Tongtong won't turn out badly."

He Wanqing glanced at him, her tone tinged with doubt: "I hope it's the same as what you said."

It's not that she doesn't trust Mo Ye, nor that she doesn't trust this family.

But as a mother, there's always a lingering worry: if a child is spoiled too much, will they become unruly?

But looking at the way everyone in the courtyard looked at Tongtong, she felt that perhaps she was overthinking it.

How could a child who grows up surrounded by love go astray?

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.

Mo Weiguo and Zhang Xiuying have returned.

The old man was carrying four enormous king crabs. Their blue shells gleamed in the sunlight, and their legs were thick, strong, and still moving.

He had promised Tongtong this morning that he would buy it for her, and he was determined to do so.

Zhang Xiuying held a large bunch of emerald green mugwort in her hand, and the rich herbal aroma could be smelled from a distance.

This is an old custom in their area: taking a bath with water boiled with mugwort before the Dragon Boat Festival is believed to ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune and peace.

He Wanqing looked at the four king crabs in Mo Weiguo's hand and smiled helplessly: "Grandpa spoils her too much."

Mo Ye smiled too, but his smile held understanding:

"Grandpa promised Tongtong this morning, and he'll definitely keep his word. We're going back in a few days, and they'll definitely spoil her rotten these few days."

He paused, then said:

"Furthermore, you must keep your promises to your children. Otherwise, they will think that adults don't have to keep their word."

He Wanqing nodded, deeply agreeing.

When she occasionally scrolls through her phone, she sees parents making promises to their children in order to get good grades.

"If you get into the top ten, I'll buy you a cell phone."

"I'll give you a skin if you get the certificate."

The child actually did it, but the parents changed their minds, saying something like:

"That phone is too expensive."

"Playing games is bad."

She strongly disliked this behavior.

Parents should be the people children trust the most, without exception.

If children can't even trust what their parents say, then who can they trust?

Mo Weiguo walked to the door, put down three king crabs, and took the remaining one to the next door to deliver it to Uncle Mo Ye's house.

Although the old man dotes on his granddaughter, he treats her equally.

Zhang Xiuying then picked up the mugwort, carefully tied it into a bundle with red string, and hung it by the door.

The emerald green mugwort swayed gently in the wind, emitting a bitter yet pleasant aroma.

Mo Ye explained to He Wanqing, "We're all going to take a bath with mugwort water tonight."

He Wanqing nodded: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This is my first time using mugwort for bathing, how do I prepare it?"

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I can help you wash."

The warm breath sprayed onto her earlobe, and He Wanqing's ear instantly felt hot.

She really wanted to beat him up.

This person is getting worse and worse.

Can't we just say these things secretly in bed at night?

Why did you have to say it when there were so many people around...?

That's absolutely awful.

Looking at her adorable yet fierce expression, Mo Ye decided to stop while he was ahead and explained with a smile:

"Just take some mugwort, rub it in a bucket to extract the juice, and then pour that water over your body."

He Wanqing glared at him but didn't say anything.

Jiang Hui picked up the remaining mugwort and called to Tongtong, "Let's go, Grandma will take Tongtong to get a good bath!"

Tongtong obediently followed, not forgetting to turn back to Jiang Hui and say, "Then I'll trouble Grandma~"

Jiang Hui was amused by her mature tone: "You little rascal, why are you being so polite with your grandma?"

Tongtong pursed her lips a little shyly and whispered, "In Grandma's heart, Tongtong is a good girl, I can't ruin my image..."

Jiang Hui smiled broadly and led her into the house.

When Tongtong came out of the bath, she changed into a clean little dress, her hair half-dry by Jiang Hui and softly draped over her shoulders.

She transformed back into that fair and tender little dumpling, completely unrecognizable as the little mud monkey from before.

Just then, all the dishes were served, still steaming hot.

Steamed grouper, garlic lobster, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried vegetables, and a large bowl of steaming soup. The soup was made by Jiang Hui at noon and was served after being heated up.

The table was piled high with food, and the aroma filled the air.

Everyone sat down around the table.

Jiang Hui's gaze swept across the dishes on the table, and she immediately recognized the slightly charred fried egg—it must have been made by her daughter-in-law.

She knew what was going on, but remained outwardly calm.

Before the meal began, she picked up a piece of fish and placed it in He Wanqing's bowl: "Wanqing, the chef will eat first today."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart and quickly thanked him.

Jiang Hui waved her hand, picked up another piece of the fried egg with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

He Wanqing's eyes unconsciously followed the pair of chopsticks as she nervously watched her mother-in-law's expression.

Jiang Hui chewed for a moment, then said with a smile, "Not bad, Mo Ye, you little rascal, your fried egg skills have improved."

Mo Ye was taken aback.

My mom's emotional intelligence...

This is the first time he's been praised for "improvement" after cooking so many times.

He Wanqing was stunned when she heard her mother-in-law's words, and her eyes curved into crescents.

The other people at the table weren't fools; everyone could see that this fried egg was unusual.

But no one said it out loud; they all picked up a piece of the fried egg with their chopsticks, as if it were a matter of course.

The fried eggs on the plate were quickly gone.

Looking at the empty plate, He Wanqing felt a surge of inexplicable joy.

The air around us seemed to become more pleasant.

Mo Ye sensed the change in the emotions of the people around him and silently gave his mother a thumbs up in his heart.

Older gingers are more spicy.

After finishing his meal, Mo Weiguo put down his chopsticks and took out a long, rectangular box from the side. It contained a chess set that He Wanqing had given him.

"Tongtong," he waved to the little dumpling who was munching on corn, "Great-Grandpa will take you to play chess."

Tongtong immediately put down the corn, slid off the chair, ran over, and took her great-grandfather's hand.

"Great-Grandpa, is playing chess fun?"

"It's fun," Mo Weiguo said with a smile. "Great-Grandpa will teach you."

An elderly person and a child, one with white hair and the other a tiny little one, walked out of the courtyard hand in hand.

Mo Weiguo held Tongtong's hand with his left hand and carried the new chess set in his right hand as he slowly walked towards the village park.

The park is small, with a few old banyan trees providing some shade.

Several elderly people had gathered around a stone table and benches under the tree, engrossed in a game of chess.

"Damn it!" An old man suddenly slammed his fist on the table, his voice incredibly loud.

"You don't want your horse? I'll beat your horse! Eat it!"

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