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

Looking at the bamboo leaves and glutinous rice, He Wanqing was also eager to try it.

She nodded: "Yes, I'd like to try."

The two of them went over, took two small stools, and sat down next to Jiang Hui.

After Mo Ye sat down, he first explained to He Wanqing:

"We might have to eat breakfast a little later today. It's our custom here to worship the gods first before we can eat breakfast."

He Wanqing nodded, indicating her understanding: "It's okay, we'll eat the same thing later."

Tongtong sat next to Jiang Hui, watching her grandmother pour glutinous rice into a larger basin and begin to drain the water.

Suddenly remembering something, she asked in a childish voice, "Grandma, is there any way to stop Tongtong from sleepwalking?"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing froze at the same time.

No howling.

Jiang Hui paused in her actions, then looked up at Tongtong: "Is Tongtong sleepwalking?"

She remembered that Tongtong slept with her that night. Although Tongtong was a restless sleeper, tossing and turning, she definitely didn't sleepwalk.

Tongtong nodded her little head, looking very serious: "Yes!"

She poked her little finger and added:

"Tongtong didn't sleepwalk before! But recently, she's been sleepwalking a lot~ And this morning, Mom and Dad said she was sleepwalking again~"

Jiang Hui paused for a moment, then slowly shifted her gaze to Mo Ye and He Wanqing.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both felt that meaningful gaze.

He Wanqing's face flushed red instantly, and she quickly hid her face behind Mo Ye, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Mo Ye was also extremely embarrassed. He coughed and pretended to look elsewhere.

Jiang Hui looked at the couple's reaction, what else didn't she understand?

She felt both angry and amused. These two had done something terrible, and she, as their grandmother, had to help them lie.

She looked down at Tongtong, her face immediately softening into a kind smile, and said gently:

"Tongtong is all grown up now. She won't sleepwalk anymore when she sleeps by herself."

Tongtong blinked her big eyes, her little face full of confusion:

"Why are you saying 'growing up' again? My brother said it will take Tongtong another two or three years to grow into a big girl."

She opened her little mouth, revealing a row of neat, tiny teeth, and tapped them with her finger: "Tongtong's teeth aren't falling out, they're still firmly in place..."

After saying that, she pouted a little, looking a bit dejected.

Jiang Hui was amused by her adorable appearance and reached out to pat her little head: "No rush, no rush, Tongtong will grow slowly."

After calming her granddaughter down, she started adding seasonings to the glutinous rice, salt, soy sauce... one by one, and then stirred it well by hand.

The white glutinous rice gradually turned a dark brown color, emitting an enticing aroma.

Mo Ye stood up and pulled He Wanqing, saying, "Come on, let's go get the meat."

The two went into the kitchen.

On the cutting board was a large piece of pork belly, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and distinct red and white colors.

Mo Ye picked up the kitchen knife, about to start cutting, when He Wanqing stopped him, saying, "Cut it for me."

Mo Ye was taken aback: "Are you sure?"

He Wanqing nodded and took the kitchen knife from his hand.

The knife was quite heavy; she held it with both hands and raised it high.

The bright blade gleamed coldly under the light, perfectly complementing her expressionless face...

People would believe she was murdering and dismembering someone.

Mo Ye's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but remind her, "Wanqing, my darling, this is cutting pork, not killing someone..."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, said nothing, and started cutting.

Mo Ye stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her hand, as if afraid she might accidentally cut herself.

Fortunately, He Wanqing's knife skills, while not superb, were at least steady.

She cut the meat piece by piece, and although the slices varied in size and thickness, at least she didn't cut her hand.

That deserves praise.

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a thumbs up: "Well done."

He Wanqing looked at the unevenly sized slices of meat she had cut and pursed her lips a little embarrassedly.

Mo Ye took the cleaver and began to trim it.

He sliced ​​the meat that was too thick horizontally, and adjusted the cuts that were too large, trying to make each slice as uniform as possible.

Put the sliced ​​meat into a bowl, add salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce, and five-spice powder, mix well and marinate.

Next up are salted duck eggs.

Mo Ye picked up a duck egg, tapped it gently on the edge of the bowl, and the shell cracked. He poured the egg liquid into the basin.

He Wanqing picked up a spoon and carefully scooped out the salted egg yolks one by one, placing them in another bowl.

The golden yolks are glossy and oily, making your mouth water just looking at them.

As Mo Ye cracked the eggs, he said, "These duck eggs are all homemade, made from the eggs of our own ducks. Try them later and see if they're good."

He Wanqing nodded, somewhat expectant.

This was her first time participating in making zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), and she even scooped out the egg yolks herself, so they must taste different.

The two worked together seamlessly, one cracking the egg and the other scooping out the yolk, and soon they had a bowl full of eggs.

Mo Ye picked up the bowl containing pork belly and salted egg yolks, and was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped.

He brought his face close to He Wanqing's and pointed to his cheek.

He Wanqing glared at him and said coolly, "No kissing."

She was fine with no one on the second floor when she woke up, but there were so many people on the first floor, she didn't want to go down there.

Mo Ye wasn't annoyed, and said with a smile, "Then I'll kiss you."

After saying that, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

He Wanqing was stunned by his kiss and before she could react, she heard him say, "Good morning kiss."

Her face flushed again, but she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

The two people came in carrying things.

Jiang Hui was about to start wrapping zongzi when she saw the pork belly that Mo Ye was holding and slapped her thigh: "Oh dear, I forgot to marinate the pork first! It will take a while for it to absorb the flavor."

She stood up, patted the water off her hands, and looked at Mo Ye: "Let's kill the chicken first. You hold it for me."

Mo Ye nodded, put his things away, and then followed him out.

Tongtong was intently studying the bamboo leaves in her hand when she heard the words "kill chicken," and her ears perked up immediately.

Like a puppy that has just heard the lunch bell, she dropped the bamboo leaves in her hand, kicked off with her short legs, and headed straight for the yard.

He Wanqing reacted quickly, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back.

"Mommy, what are you doing!" Tongtong twisted her little shoulders, her face scrunched up in frustration. "Tongtong wants to watch the chicks being killed!"

He Wanqing's face darkened.

Is this still a girl?

Why are you so interested in such bloody scenes?

"No," she said sternly, "watching this will give me nightmares tonight."

Tongtong quickly shook her head, her little face full of seriousness: "Tongtong can't! Tongtong is very brave! Mommy, let me go see, please, please~"

She tilted her little face up, her eyes watery, with an air of "I'll cry if you don't agree."

He Wanqing, worn down by her nagging, reluctantly nodded: "Alright, alright, go ahead and go."

Why is this child so curious?

She took Tongtong's hand and followed behind Mo Ye and Jiang Hui into the courtyard.

Mo Ye had already caught a big rooster.

He held the chicken's foot in one hand and its wing in the other, keeping the chicken firmly in his grasp.

The rooster struggled desperately in his hands, flapping its wings, but it couldn't break free no matter what it did.

Jiang Hui grabbed a small handful of salt from the bowl next to her, rubbed it on the chicken's neck, and then began to pluck the feathers from that area.

The rooster crowed even louder, its "cluck cluck cluck" echoing throughout the entire yard.

He Wanqing felt a slight tingling sensation on her scalp...