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

He Wanqing nodded inwardly: The poison test is complete, it's time to give it to Mo Ye.

She scooped up another spoonful and held it to Mo Ye's lips: "You should try some too."

Mo Ye opened his mouth, took a sip, and gave her a thumbs up: "You've done a great job making soup on your first try. That's amazing."

He Wanqing pursed her lips a little shyly, but her eyes held a smile.

"As long as you like it."

Mo Ye didn't say anything, but silently kept it in mind.

He wasn't good at being sentimental, but he remembered all the good things she had done for him.

He picked up his heat-resistant gloves and carried the casserole outside.

Suddenly remembering something, Tongtong said to He Wanqing, "Mom, let's video call Grandma!"

He Wanqing nodded, took out her phone, and dialed Jiang Hui's number.

The video call connected quickly.

Tongtong held her phone and sweetly called out, "Grandma~"

Jiang Hui's face appeared on the screen, and when she saw it was Tongtong, her eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons.

"It's Grandma! Did Tongtong have a happy day?"

Tongtong nodded her little head: "Tongtong is so happy! Hehehe... Today, Mom and I prepared a birthday present for Dad~"

Jiang Hui was surprised: "Tongtong and her mother are so amazing?"

Tongtong chuckled, her little face beaming with pride: "Yes, Tongtong is great! Grandma, look! Mom made this dish for Dad!"

She turned her phone towards the dining table so Jiang Hui could see the dishes.

Jiang Hui looked at the dishes on the screen and said with a smile, "Mom is great."

Then Tongtong remembered something and asked, "Grandma, have you been taking good care of the chicks for me?"

Jiang Hui cut the camera to a small, fluffy yellow chick being kept alone in a small cage, pecking at its food.

"Tongtong, look, Grandma is taking good care of you."

Tongtong looked at the chicks on the screen, a longing expression on her face: "Tongtong misses the chicks a little~ And Tongtong's little crabs, and her older brother and younger brothers......."

Jiang Hui smiled and said, "When Tongtong is on vacation, Grandma will pick her up and take her home."

Tongtong nodded her little head, then, remembering something, quickly said, "Tongtong, let's eat first~ Grandma, do you want to say happy birthday to Daddy?"

She handed the phone to Mo Ye.

Mo Ye took it: "Mom."

Jiang Hui's voice came from the screen: "Happy birthday, you brat."

Mo Ye smiled and said, "Yes. Mom, have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I'm just about to eat." Jiang Hui paused, "Alright, I don't have anything to talk to you about anymore, bye."

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

Mo Ye stared at the black screen, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Tsk, now that they have a granddaughter, they don't need their son anymore.

He knew that the first thing Jiang Hui did when she woke up in the morning was to send him a red envelope.

She's keeping it in mind, but she's a bit sharp-tongued.

He handed the phone back to He Wanqing and said, "Let's eat."

Tongtong immediately climbed onto her high chair, clapped her hands, and shouted, "Yay! Time to eat!"

Mo Ye patted her little head, his eyes full of doting affection.

He Wanqing picked up a piece of fish and put it into Mo Ye's bowl.

"Today is your birthday, you eat first."

Mo Ye nodded and put a piece on each of their plates.

"You eat too."

The three people sat around the dining table, the warm yellow light shining down and illuminating each of their faces.

Outside the window, night had fallen, and the stars began to twinkle in the sky.

This birthday is different from any other.

He has a wife, a daughter, home-cooked meals, and plenty of love.

Mo Ye picked up the piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

delicious.

It tastes better than any delicacy.

After the three finished eating, Mo Ye stood up and said he was going to use the restroom, then turned and went into the bathroom.

He Wanqing and Tongtong exchanged a glance.

The two nodded at the same time and, like underground party members making a rendezvous, began to move stealthily.

He Wanqing took the cake out of the refrigerator, and Tongtong followed behind on tiptoe, her chubby little hands covering her mouth, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

The two placed the cake in the center of the table. He Wanqing opened the box, and Tongtong leaned over and took a deep breath, her little face full of delight.

"It smells so good!"

He Wanqing took out candles from the drawer, counted twenty-two, and began to stick them on the cake.

She planned to arrange them into a heart shape, carefully tracing the positions of each strand.

Tongtong followed her example, picking up the candles with her chubby little hands and awkwardly sticking them into the cake. Some of the candles were stuck in crooked positions, but she didn't forget to straighten them with her chubby little hands.

The candles are in place, forming a crooked, heart-shaped candle—it's kind of adorably ugly.

Tongtong reached for the lighter, her little face beaming with eagerness: "Tongtong, give me a light!"

He Wanqing reacted quickly and snatched it away, saying, "Children shouldn't play with fire."

Tongtong's little mouth immediately pouted, and she said in a pitiful voice, "Tongtong wants to order..."

He Wanqing looked at her expressionlessly, her attitude resolute: "No."

Tongtong glanced at her mother's expression and knew it was hopeless, so she could only obediently accept reality.

She moved a small stool over, stood on it, and leaned over the table to watch her mother light the candles, occasionally urging, "Mommy, are you done lighting them? Tongtong needs to turn off the light!"

He Wanqing finished lighting the last cigarette and nodded.

Tongtong jumped off the stool, ran to the light switch, and turned off the light with a "snap".

The living room was plunged into darkness, with only the twenty-two candles on the cake flickering with warm flames, casting intermittent light and shadow on the three people's faces.

Mo Ye came out of the bathroom and saw that the living room lights were off. Just as he was about to ask, he heard He Wanqing's gentle voice and Tongtong's sweet, childlike voice ring out at the same time.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

The candlelight flickered, and He Wanqing's face looked as gentle as a painting in the light and shadow. Tongtong stood on a small stool, clapping her chubby little hands to the rhythm, her little face flushed red in the candlelight.

"Yay~ Happy birthday, Daddy!!" Tongtong shouted at the top of her lungs.

Mo Ye walked over and looked down at the cake. The cream wasn't spread very evenly, and the cream flowers were of different sizes. On top of the cake were neatly written "Happy Birthday, Baby" and a crooked "Happy Birthday, Dad".

He could tell at a glance that the two of them had made it themselves.

You probably can't buy cakes this ugly at a cake shop.

But he knew in his heart that what everyone on their birthday really wanted to receive was this kind of ugly cake.

The things I bought are beautiful, but they don't have the same weight as the sentiment behind them.

"Thank you, Wanqing." He looked at He Wanqing, then lowered his head and kissed Tongtong's little face. "Thank you, Tongtong."

Tongtong quickly said, "Daddy, make a wish quickly."

Mo Ye nodded, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and thought to himself, "I hope these days can last forever..." Then he blew out all the candles.

Tongtong exclaimed "Yay!" and pulled the painting out from behind her back, holding it up in front of him with her little face full of anticipation: "Daddy~ This is Tongtong's birthday present for you!"

Mo Ye put down the cake and took the painting.

There are three little people in the picture, one big one holding one small one, and another standing next to them.

The paint was all over the place, crooked and messy, clearly the work of a three-year-old.

He felt a warmth in his heart, squatted down, and looked at his daughter earnestly: "Thank you, Tongtong, Daddy likes it very much."

Tongtong chuckled, her little face beaming with pride: "As long as Daddy likes it, that's all that matters~"

He Wanqing leaned closer to take a look at the painting, her eyes narrowing.

In the painting, Mo Ye is holding Tong Tong, and she is standing beside him.

Pointing to the drawing, she asked, "Tongtong, why didn't you draw Daddy hugging Mommy?"

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