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

Her tone suddenly turned sarcastic: "Have you carried other girls on your back?"

Mo Ye nodded: "Memorize it."

He Wanqing's fingers moved silently to his ear and gently pinched it.

"Who did you carry on your back?"

Mo Ye smiled, his tone tinged with helplessness and doting: "Carry Tongtong on your back."

He Wanqing: "..."

She released her grip, paused for a second, and then said fiercely, "Then you're not allowed to carry her anymore, understand?"

Mo Ye was both amused and exasperated.

This little jealous person is even jealous of their daughter.

"Okay," he replied with a smile, "I'll only carry you from now on."

He Wanqing was finally satisfied and rested her chin back on his shoulder.

After a while, she suddenly whispered, "Mo Ye, thank you for indulging me like this."

Mo Ye carried her on his back, walking steadily along the mountain path.

"After we get married, I'll listen to you during the day."

He Wanqing was taken aback.

You listen to me during the day?

What about at night?

Images flashed through her mind, and her face began to burn again.

"Why are you always thinking about things like this!" She punched him lightly.

Mo Ye replied matter-of-factly, "What, you don't want to? Besides, you're my wife."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say a word.

Does she... want to?

The image of that huge thing flashed through her mind again, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.

"Only a fool would think that!" she retorted stubbornly.

Mo Ye sensed the guilt in her words and smiled:

"You used to be so bold. How come you're getting more and more timid?"

He Wanqing fell silent.

Can they be the same?

Is kissing, hugging, and touching the same as being naked and pinned down by him?

Just imagining that scene made her feel incredibly embarrassed.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and said nothing.

Mo Ye felt her burning cheeks pressed against his neck, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

His back was broad and warm. He Wanqing lay on it, swinging her legs, and gradually forgot her shyness.

"Mo Ye".

"Um?"

"Let's go back and cook the mushrooms."

"it is good."

"Can you do it?"

"Of course. My mushroom soup is so good you'll want more."

"boast."

You'll find out soon enough.

.....

On the cement steps of the convenience store, several little heads huddled together, their eyes shining like stars in the night.

Tongtong stood at the front, her two chubby little hands behind her back, her little belly sticking out, trying her best to strike a "big sister" pose.

She cleared her throat, clenched her chubby little fist, put it to her mouth, and coughed.

"Cough cough!!!"

Chen Shu rubbed his hands together, eagerly asking, "Boss, what did you call us here for today?"

The other children also stared at her expectantly, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Tongtong waved her little hand, full of bravado: "We'll talk about that later. Now, I'll treat you to something to eat!"

She pointed to the dazzling array of goods on the shelves in the convenience store, her voice sweet and gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Take whatever you want to eat! One for everyone~ I'll treat you to another meal after we finish this!"

The children's eyes widened instantly, like saucers.

They looked at Tongtong, then at the snacks they could only look at longingly in the convenience store, and tears almost welled up in their eyes.

"Speak!" A chubby-faced little boy—Chen Dameng—thumped his chest and shouted, "Who do you want to kill!"

Tongtong was startled by his imposing manner, but she quickly regained her composure.

She stretched out her chubby little hand, beckoning everyone, "What do you want to eat? Tell us quickly!"

"I want to eat spicy strips!"

"I want to eat cotton candy!"

"I want that one, that bear-shaped cookie!"

Chen Shu suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "I want a cup of instant noodles!"

The air was quiet for a second.

The other children were stunned, and then suddenly erupted into chaos.

Instant noodles in a cup!

That's something they wouldn't even dare to dream of!

They can only buy bagged ones, one yuan a pack, and they have to eat them secretly when they get home, for fear of being discovered by their parents.

Every time he gets caught, he gets a severe dressing-down: "Why don't you eat the food you're given, and instead choose to eat this rotten stuff!"

They felt wronged, but dared not argue. How could instant noodles be considered a plague-causing food?

Instant noodles are clearly the light of the right path!

Instant noodles are the best food in the world!!

But now, Chen Shu actually says he wants to eat the bucket version?

That's a bucket of four yuan and fifty cents!

The children all looked at Tongtong, their eyes filled with hopeful light.

"Boss..." their voices trembled, "Can we choose instant noodles?"

Tongtong waved her little hand with great pride: "Awesome!"

"boom--"

As if a seal had been broken, the children rushed to the shelves and began picking out their favorite instant noodles.

Little hands rummaged through the instant noodle box, and in the end, almost everyone chose the spicy beef noodles in the orange packaging.

Tongtong stood to the side, watching everyone choose whichever one they wanted, and her little mouth started to water.

She also wanted to choose the orange one; it looked delicious.

As soon as she reached out, a bucket of green instant noodles was placed in her arms.

Tongtong looked up and saw Mo Yunqi.

"Brother?" She blinked and pointed to the orange ones. "Everyone eats those, they must be delicious..."

Mo Yunqi shook his head and said seriously:

"That's spicy, Tongtong can't eat it. They like to eat it because they like the feeling of sniffling while eating it."

Tongtong was stunned.

Eating while sniffling?

What kind of strange way of eating is that?

Mo Yunqi shook the instant noodles in his hand; they were also green.

"This is mushroom and chicken noodle soup, it's not spicy, and it's delicious. How about I eat something green with you, okay?"

Tongtong looked down at the green instant noodles in her arms, then at the same kind in her brother's hand, before nodding, "Okay."

Just as she was about to take out her money, Mo Yunqi had already taken out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to Niu Qiang.

"Grandpa Niu, here you go."

Niu Qiang took the money and started boiling water for them with a smile.

Both kettles started up at the same time, making a "gurgling" sound.

Tongtong looked at the red bill and cried out anxiously, "Brother, Tongtong has money! Tongtong will give it to you!"

As she spoke, she reached into her little pocket.

Mo Yunqi reached out to stop her, shaking his head: "Brother can give it to me."

Tongtong blinked, then smiled sweetly: "Next time, Tongtong will buy you something delicious, brother!"

Mo Yunqi nodded, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

This hundred yuan was earned by him and Liu Ying in exchange for a month of washing dishes.

Last time, when he saw Tongtong take out money from her little pocket to treat him, he kept thinking that he must treat Tongtong to a meal next time.

He originally had money; his great-grandfather, Mo Weiguo, had given him plenty of pocket money, but Liu Ying had kept it all.

Liu Ying said that as soon as he got the money, he would buy all sorts of random things to eat and wouldn't eat meals anymore. In the last week, he was only given five yuan...