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

He Wanqing, however, became anxious.

Why didn't Mo Ye say so sooner?

She hasn't prepared any gifts yet!

I was originally thinking of making something by hand for Mo Ye, but now there's simply not enough time.

Hearing her grandmother's words, Tongtong looked up and asked, "Grandma, is Daddy's birthday coming up? How many days until then?"

He Wanqing immediately perked up her ears.

Jiang Hui: "Your dad's birthday is in three days. How about Tongtong and Mom celebrate Dad's birthday for Grandma this year?"

Tongtong clapped her hands, her little face full of excitement: "Yes, yes! Tongtong can do it!"

Mo Ye felt a warmth in his heart.

Yes, he's married now.

He has a wife and a daughter; things are different now than before.

All that's missing is to hold a wedding ceremony for Wanqing.

He patted Tongtong's little head, then reached out and took He Wanqing's hand, gently squeezing it.

He Wanqing seemed a little distracted.

She kept thinking about what gift to give.

Back home, He Wan took a shower and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

When Mo Ye came out of the bathroom, he saw her sitting there blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

He walked over, picked up the wooden comb from the dressing table, stood behind her, and began to comb her hair.

Her hair was long, smooth, and without a single split end.

She has a lot of hair, and it feels as smooth as silk.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

He Wanqing whispered, "Your birthday is in a few days."

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

They're having trouble deciding what gift to give.

He smiled and said softly, "Just having you by my side is the best gift."

He Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart.

She also felt that as long as Mo Ye and Tong Tong stayed with her, she would be content.

The best gift is companionship.

But she still asked, "What do you like?"

Although asking this question didn't evoke much anticipation, she simply didn't have time to prepare.

She was even considering whether to gift him a sports car, or...

Mo Ye suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Anything is fine with me?"

He Wanqing nodded: "As long as it doesn't violate my principles, it's fine."

Mo Ye was silent for a second, then whispered a few words in her ear.

He Wanqing's face turned bright red instantly.

Meat...shredded meat?

She looked down at her legs, and the image of herself wearing flesh-colored stockings flashed through her mind...

This request is a bit...

Although it goes against her usual principles of dressing, principles seem to be... subject to change?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Ye started to whine, "Can I~?"

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of expectation and a touch of pleading.

He Wanqing felt a little excited.

He's being affectionate with himself...

She tried her best to keep a straight face and pretend to be very serious: "I'll think about it."

Mo Ye knew there was something going on from her tone.

He was secretly pleased and continued to comb her hair.

He was also thinking about something else: he didn't know He Wanqing's and Tongtong's birthdays yet.

I'll have to check that later.

I neglected something so important.

Fortunately, neither of their birthdays are around this time, so they still have time to prepare.

Just then, a "tap tap tap" sound came from the stairwell.

Tongtong ran up, her little face flushed, and shouted, "Mommy, Daddy, it's time for egg and sugar water!"

Mo Ye's eyes lit up.

Egg and sugar water.

He really likes to drink this.

The method is actually very simple: just boil eggs and sugar in water. But for some reason, no matter how he does it, he can't make it taste like Jiang Hui's.

I always feel like something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

He Wanqing asked curiously, "How did you mix the eggs and sugar water together?"

Mo Ye explained, "It's just boiled eggs with sugar."

He Wanqing nodded, "So that's how it is."

The three people went downstairs.

Jiang Hui had already served the sweet soup and placed the bowls on the table.

Mo Ye glanced at it; it was the premium version, containing an egg that wasn't fully scrambled, cooked with brown sugar, and also with red dates and goji berries. It looked very appetizing.

He Wanqing picked up the glass and took a sip.

It's sweet but not cloying, and warm, warming you from your mouth all the way to your stomach.

"Auntie's cooking is really good." She praised her sincerely.

Jiang Hui smiled and took a sip: "Drink more if you like, there's more in the pot."

Tongtong put down her bowl, raised her little hand, and shouted, "Grandma, I want another bowl! It's so delicious!"

Just as Jiang Hui was about to get up, Mo Ye pressed down on her shoulder: "I can do it."

Jiang Hui glanced at him and nodded with satisfaction: "You do have some sense."

Mo Ye smiled, picked up Tongtong's bowl, and went to the kitchen to fill it with water.

After coming out, he looked at He Wanqing again: "Wanqing, do you still want to drink?"

He Wanqing nodded: "Half a bowl more."

Mo Ye ladled out half a bowl and handed it to her.

After finishing the sugar water, it was getting late.

They were going back tomorrow, so the elders called He Wanqing and Tongtong to the living room.

Jiang Hui, Mo Chashan, Zhang Xiuying, and Mo Weiguo each took out a red envelope and handed it to He Wanqing.

He Wanqing was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Jiang Hui stuffed the red envelope into her hand, her tone leaving no room for refusal: "Take it. This is the proper etiquette since it's your first time at our home."

He Wanqing knew she couldn't refuse at this time, so she had no choice but to accept it.

She looked at the several thick red envelopes in her hand, then at the elders, and said earnestly, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma, thank you, Uncle and Aunt."

Zhang Xiuying walked over, reached out and patted her head, her eyes full of affection: "Silly child, we're all family, why thank me?"

She paused, then said, "Just come home and visit us old folks more often in the future, that'll be enough."

He Wanqing's nose tingled with emotion, and she nodded vigorously: "Grandma isn't old at all. We'll come back often."

Zhang Xiuying smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits: "Good, good, good, they're all good kids."

Tongtong also received several small red envelopes, and she was happily counting them while holding them.

Mo Weiguo squatted down and pinched her little cheek: "Tongtong, remember to miss your great-grandfather when you go back."

Tongtong looked up and said earnestly, "Great-Grandpa, Tongtong will miss you! I'll call you then!"

Mo Weiguo couldn't stop smiling.

...

It was getting late, and the warm yellow light in the living room made people feel drowsy.

Tongtong nestled in He Wanqing's arms, nodding her little head like a chick pecking at rice.

She tried to open her eyes wide, but her eyelids were too heavy. After a while, they drooped again, and then she opened them wide again, only to have them droop again.

He Wanqing looked down at her daughter, who looked so sleepy, and couldn't help but laugh.

She gently picked up Tongtong, preparing to take her to the children's room to sleep.

As soon as the door to the children's room was pushed open, Tongtong groggily opened her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes, saw it was He Wanqing, looked around, pouted, and asked in a childish voice:

"Mommy, are you and Daddy going to pile on top of each other again? Tongtong wants to sleep with Mommy and Daddy!"

He Wanqing's face flushed instantly.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Her voice trembled.

Tongtong pouted, looking aggrieved: "Then why did Mommy bring Tongtong here? Other children's parents only fold paper every few days!"

Why do Mom and Dad fold these every day? Didn't they just finish folding them this morning?