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

He stopped and took out a wad of cash from his pocket.

All red Mao Zedong banknotes, tied with rubber bands, a thick stack.

He licked his fingers, didn't even count the money, and stuffed the wad of cash into Tongtong's hand.

Tongtong looked down at the thick wad of money in her hand, her eyes wide open.

She recalled her experience selling zongzi leaves today. She squatted in the market all morning, her lips were sore from talking so much, and she only earned a little over a hundred yuan.

Making money is so hard!

She looked at the wad of money in her hand again. How many bamboo leaves would she have to sell to earn this much?

"Great-Grandpa," she said, pushing the money back, her little face full of seriousness.

"Tongtong can't take it. Earning money is so hard, Grandpa should save it for himself."

Mo Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

This little girl already knows how to care for her great-grandfather.

He squatted down to be at Tongtong's eye level, and said with a smile, "Great-Grandpa is rich. Look over there..."

He pointed to the dark, looming mountains in the distance.

"The tea leaves from those mountains over there all belong to our family."

Tongtong looked in the direction he was pointing. Although she couldn't see it very clearly, she could roughly imagine how big the "several hills" were.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

"Can you make a lot of money with that?"

"Yes," Mo Weiguo nodded, a hint of pride in his voice.

"So Tongtong, don't worry about taking it. Your great-grandfather doesn't need it."

Tongtong nodded, took the wad of money, and carefully stuffed it into her little pocket.

After stuffing it in, I pressed it down on the outside with my little hand to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

So much ice cream!

So many bubble machines.

So many...

Her little head was already racing with calculations. She looked up and gave her great-grandfather a sweet smile: "Thank you, Great-Grandpa!"

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Looking at her greedy little face, Mo Weiguo couldn't help but stroke his chin.

Okay, I'll go to the bank and withdraw some more tomorrow. I'll give this little girl a few bills whenever I feel like it.

He stood up and took Tongtong's hand: "Let's go home."

Tongtong, with one hand held by her great-grandfather and the other tightly clutching the small pocket containing her money, nodded vigorously: "Yes! Let's go home!"

......

On Mo Ye and He Wanqing's side.

After Tongtong was taken out by her great-grandfather, the living room became quiet.

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, touched her stomach, and frowned slightly.

"Ugh..." she let out a small moan.

Mo Ye noticed her expression: "What's wrong?"

He Wanqing looked at him with a pitiful expression: "It seems... I ate too much."

She was in a good mood during the meal and ate too much without realizing it.

She was especially pleased with the fried egg, which the whole family devoured, and she ate several extra bites herself.

My stomach is starting to protest now.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to rub her stomach: "Shall I take you to digest your food?"

He Wanqing nodded.

The two walked out of the courtyard side by side and strolled slowly along the village path.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees and the moist scent of earth from the fields.

The distant mountain shadows stretch endlessly.

Lights flickered in the nearby houses, and occasionally a dog barked.

He Wanqing couldn't help but stretch and let out a long breath.

"This feels so good!!"

Mo Ye didn't say anything, but simply walked quietly beside her, keeping pace with her.

After walking for a while, He Wanqing noticed that there were still figures moving around in some vegetable fields by the roadside.

The elderly people were bending over, watering and loosening the soil for the vegetables.

"Working so late," she said with some emotion, "it must be tough."

Mo Ye smiled:

"Everyone chooses this time to come out. The sun is too strong during the day, and nobody wants to work in the fields at noon. It's cooler in the morning and evening, making it more comfortable to work."

He Wanqing nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

As they walked, Mo Ye turned onto a side road and led her to a small vegetable garden.

"This is my dad's vegetable garden." He pushed open the gate and stepped aside to let He Wanqing in.

The vegetable garden wasn't big, but it was kept very tidy.

Rows of vegetables were lined up.

There was water spinach, a lush green expanse;

There are carrots, their feathery leaves swaying gently in the wind;

There were several bitter gourd plants, their vines climbing the trellis, hanging with bumpy, lumpy fruits.

But the most eye-catching thing is the tomato patch in the corner.

Red, yellow, purple, green, striped...

The colorful tomatoes hang from the branches like little lanterns, making them exceptionally beautiful.

He Wanqing was drawn over, squatted down in front of the tomato patch, and sniffed it.

A sweet tomato aroma wafted into my nose, carrying the scent of sunshine and earth, much richer than those packaged tomatoes from the supermarket.

"It smells so good!" she exclaimed sincerely.

Mo Ye squatted down as well, her tone tinged with pride: "My dad carefully cultivated these. They can't compare to those grown in greenhouses outside where pesticides are sprayed."

Suddenly remembering something, He Wanqing asked, "Does Uncle like tomatoes?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "My mom likes it."

He Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

My uncle planted so many varieties of tomatoes because my aunt liked them.

This sentiment is more touching than any sweet words.

Mo Ye reached out, picked a bright green tomato from the vine, and handed it to her.

He Wanqing looked down at the bright green tomato, then looked up at him, her expression gradually freezing.

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Why didn't you pick all those ripe, red, and yellow ones, and instead picked a green one for me?

Are you out of your mind?

It's so small, what a waste!

"Mo Ye," her voice was cold, "are you trying to make me eat undercooked food and get diarrhea because you think I've eaten too much?"

Mo Ye was amused by her "looking at me like I'm an idiot" expression and waved the tomato in his hand: "I wouldn't steal it."

He Wanqing wrinkled her nose: "Of course a thief wouldn't steal it, since they're not even ripe."

Mo Ye laughed even harder.

He Wanqing punched him playfully, embarrassed and annoyed: "What are you laughing at! You're wasting tomatoes!"

Mo Ye barely managed to suppress his laughter and handed the tomato to her:

"I said, the name of this tomato variety is 'Thief-Free.' Because it's this color even when ripe, so thieves will think it's not ripe and won't steal it."

He Wanqing: "..."

She silently took the tomato, examined it from all angles, smelled it closely, and gently squeezed it.

It seems... it really is cooked.

Her face flushed slightly, and she muttered softly, "Why didn't you say so earlier..."

Mo Ye picked another vine, wiped it on his clothes, took a bite, chewed it, and nodded: "Mmm, sweet."

He Wanqing followed his example, rubbed her hands on her clothes, and carefully took a bite.

It has a slightly grainy texture, is very juicy, and has a sweet taste with just the right amount of tartness.

good to eat!

Her eyes lit up, and she took another bite.

After finishing this one, she curiously looked at the other tomatoes. Mo Ye acted as her guide.

"This is a water chestnut tomato. Look at its shape, doesn't it look like a water chestnut?"

He Wanqing looked closely and indeed, this kind of tomato had several bumps at the bottom, shaped like a horseshoe.

"This is a purple tomato."

"This one is yellow."

"This is..."

PS:

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Finally, I wish everyone all the best and happiness!

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