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

He Wanqing felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She was hesitant to look, but couldn't help wanting to.

She tilted her head and glanced over there out of the corner of her eye.

After plucking the feathers, Jiang Hui picked up a kitchen knife.

Knife up and down.

"Click—"

He Wanqing heard it.

She heard the sound of the knife cutting into flesh, the sound of bones being scraped together, and the sound of blood gushing out.

She was completely devastated.

She glanced at Tongtong instinctively...

Tongtong was craning her neck, her eyes wide open, staring at the scene with great curiosity.

Her little mouth was slightly open, almost as if she was about to shout "Go for it!"

He Wanqing: "..."

How can this child be so brave?

After the chicken has bled out most of its blood.

Jiang Hui tucked the chicken's head under its wing and covered it with her hand.

Mo Ye picked up the bowl of chicken blood, walked quickly back into the house, placed it on the dining table, and covered it with a lid.

At this moment, Zhang Xiuying came out of the house and took the chicken from Jiang Hui's hand: "Xiao Hui, just take care of it for me, you go and wrap the zongzi."

Jiang Hui nodded, wiped her hands, and waved to Tongtong: "Tongtong, come on, Grandma will teach you how to wrap zongzi."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she immediately let go of her mother's hand, ran over, and hugged Jiang Hui's leg, hanging on her leg like a little pendant.

Jiang Hui smiled and patted her little head, then led her into the house.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing followed behind.

The four of them sat down again around the pile of bamboo leaves and glutinous rice.

Jiang Hui lifted Tongtong onto a small stool and handed her a bright green bamboo leaf.

Tongtong held the cup in both hands, her eyes fixed on her grandmother's movements.

Jiang Hui picked up a sheet herself, slowed down her movements, and explained as she did so: "Tongtong, watch carefully~"

Tongtong nodded vigorously, her little face full of seriousness: "Grandma, I'm watching!"

"First, roll the bamboo leaves into a funnel shape," Jiang Hui's fingers flew, the emerald green bamboo leaves obeying her every move, quickly rolling them into a perfect funnel.

"Then fill it halfway with glutinous rice, add the filling. If you like meat, add meat; if you like egg yolk, add egg yolk."

Tongtong nodded vigorously beside her, indicating that she had remembered.

"Put the filling in, then cover it with a layer of glutinous rice and press it down firmly." Jiang Hui gently pressed it down with her fingers. "Then cover it with the bamboo leaves, fold both sides down, making sure there are no gaps."

She deftly folded the corners, then picked up a piece of brown rope, wrapped it around a few times, and tied it.

"Finally, tie it tightly with string, and one zongzi is wrapped."

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Tongtong stared wide-eyed.

She confidently picked up a bamboo leaf, stuck out her little tongue and put it to the corner of her mouth, and began to work.

Then, the first hurdle stumped her.

No matter how she tried to roll the bamboo leaves into a funnel shape, she couldn't get it right; it would either leak here or be crooked there.

Her face flushed with anxiety, and she muttered, "Why can't I roll it up..."

Jiang Hui smiled, put down the rice dumpling in her hand, held the little girl's chubby hand, and taught her step by step.

He Wanqing watched intently from the side.

She picked up a bamboo leaf and began to roll it, imitating Jiang Hui.

It looks pretty simple, she thought.

Then she realized she was wrong.

The bamboo leaves in her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to obey her commands.

After rolling it for ages, I finally managed to roll it into a funnel shape, but when I scooped up some rice, it leaked out.

She hurriedly picked up the rice and rolled it again.

This time it didn't leak, but the shape was crooked and it didn't look right.

Mo Ye, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and took her hand, his warm palm resting on the back of her hand: "Come on, I'll teach you."

He Wanqing's body stiffened slightly.

Jiang Hui was right next to him, and Tongtong was right next to him too. He just held his hand like that...

She was a little embarrassed, and her face flushed slightly.

But she didn't break free; she just lowered her head, staring intently at the bamboo leaf in her hand, pretending nothing had happened.

His hands were steady as he guided her step by step, rolling, folding, pressing, and tying.

Is this still the same zongzi leaf that tormented her to the point of near death?

Even though it's the same bamboo leaf, it becomes exceptionally obedient in his hands.

Soon, a zongzi was formed.

Looking at the neatly shaped, beautifully wrapped zongzi in her hand, He Wanqing could hardly believe that she had made it herself—no, it was Mo Ye who had guided her in making it.

Should she try it herself?

She let go of her hand and took another bamboo leaf for herself.

Roll, fold, pack rice, press, tie...

Hmm, it seems alright?

Looking at the slightly thin but at least intact rice dumpling in her hand, she felt a small sense of accomplishment.

She carefully placed it into the basin next to her.

"Thump."

The moment the rice dumpling fell in, it scattered.

Glutinous rice, egg yolk, and pork belly were all scattered in the basin, with bamboo leaves floating on top, creating a mess.

He Wanqing: "..."

"Yay!!! Tongtong did it!"

Tongtong's excited cheers came from the side.

He Wanqing turned her head and saw Tongtong holding a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) high in the air, her little face beaming with joy.

The zongzi was small and plump. Although its shape was not very regular, it was at least a complete zongzi.

He Wanqing silently withdrew her gaze.

She doesn't believe it.

She refused to believe she couldn't handle making a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling).

She picked up another bamboo leaf and began her second attempt.

Mo Ye watched from the side without interfering.

He knew her personality; if she was going to do something, she had to do it well.

Sure enough, He Wanqing was smarter this time.

She was no longer in a hurry, taking it one step at a time, a bit slow, but steady.

Rolling leaves, filling with rice, adding filling, pressing firmly, folding leaves, tying with string...

Finally, a complete zongzi was born.

Although it wasn't as pretty as the Mo Ye bag, it still had sharp edges and corners, and the rope was tied tightly. It stayed firmly in the basin without coming undone.

He Wanqing looked at the zongzi and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She had just put the rice dumpling down when she heard Jiang Hui's voice—

"Tongtong, you can't put the cookies inside the rice dumpling!"

He Wanqing looked up and froze.

Tongtong was holding a bear-shaped cookie and trying to stuff it into the zongzi in her hand.

She licked her lips and looked at Jiang Hui with an innocent expression: "Grandma, the cookies are delicious... they'll definitely taste good if I put them in..."

Jiang Hui looked at her stubborn granddaughter and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She remembered that when Mo Ye was a child, they made cakes like this during the Lunar New Year.

She insisted on making some strange shapes, with thick skin and little filling. The steamed buns were ugly and tasteless, and she herself refused to eat them. In the end, she, as the mother, silently took care of them.

History is always strikingly similar.

She opened her mouth, wondering how to persuade him, when Mo Ye spoke up.

"Tongtong," he said with a smile, looking at his daughter, "if you put the cookies in, the rice dumpling will taste terrible. You'll have to eat the rest yourself, okay?"

Tongtong paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashing across her little face.

She thought for a moment, blinked, and said, "Then Tongtong can have just one."

She put down the remaining cookies and picked up the chocolate...