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

Su Qianyue turned her head and her lips twitched.

F90, training ball?

As expected of my sister-in-law, her actions are truly exceptional.

Although she has tens of thousands of yuan in living expenses every month, she really can't bear to spend that money on a ball.

She took the ball and said sincerely, "Thank you, sister-in-law! How did you know I liked this ball?"

He Wanqing smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

Mo Ye handed over the milk tea: "Come on, have some milk tea."

Su Qianyue and Pang Siyi each took a cup. Tongtong watched longingly, her little mouth slightly open: "Tongtong wants to drink too!"

Su Qianyue held the straw to her lips and let her take a small sip: "Tongtong has to play ball, she can't drink too much."

Tongtong nodded and licked the milk tea off her lips: "Tongtong will drink it after she finishes fighting."

He Wanqing sat next to her, sipping her milk tea.

Actually, she prefers coffee to milk tea.

But occasionally drinking something sweet like this can improve my mood.

Most girls like it.

After practicing for another half hour, Su Qianyue put down her racket, and today's practice session came to an end.

Mo Ye stood up: "Shall we go eat together?"

Su Qianyue and Pang Siyi exchanged a glance and nodded at the same time.

I've been wanting to have a meal together for a while now.

He Wanqing took Tongtong to the changing room, changed her into a dry set of clothes, and then wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

Su Qianyue followed beside her, chattering incessantly. He Wanqing went along with her conversation, occasionally chiming in.

Su Qianyue majored in finance, and He Wanqing was a PhD in finance. The two of them had a lively conversation.

The more Su Qianyue talked, the more she felt that her sister-in-law was indeed her idol; she was amazing.

He Wanqing's knowledge base was clearly not on the same level as hers. There were some things that Su Qianyue was a little confused about, but that didn't stop her from thinking that He Wanqing was amazing, even better than their professional course teacher.

However, the two are not really comparable.

The group walked towards the parking lot.

Mo Ye and Pang Siyi sat in the front, while He Wanqing and Su Qianyue sat in the back with Tongtong.

Mo Ye started the car and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror: "What would you all like to eat?"

Su Qianyue and Pang Siyi said in unison, "Either is fine!"

He Wanqing looked down at Tongtong: "What would you like to eat, Tongtong?"

Tongtong tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said loudly, "Tongtong wants to eat meat!"

Everyone in the car laughed.

Su Qianyue's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands, saying, "How about we go eat hot pot?"

He Wanqing nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips: "I can."

Mo Ye and Pang Siyi exchanged a glance. Since both girls wanted to eat it, they had no objections.

Mo Ye started the car and asked, "The usual place?"

Su Qianyue nodded vigorously in the back seat: "That's the place, their food is the best."

Mo Ye smiled, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the Cantonese hot pot restaurant he remembered.

None of them are used to spicy food.

I had tried Sichuan hot pot before, but even after adding water several times, I still couldn't swallow it. In the end, I honestly went back to the soup-based hot pot.

People who like spicy food can't live without it, while those who don't can't eat it at all. The moment they put it in their mouth, their mouths are filled with the taste of chili, and the original flavor of the ingredients is completely covered up.

They were clearly the latter.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the store, Su Qianyue hugged Tongtong tightly, nuzzled her head with her chin, and turned to He Wanqing, saying, "Sister-in-law, this hot pot is delicious, you must try it."

He Wanqing smiled and said gently, "I'll try it later. With your recommendation, it must taste good."

Holding Su Qianyue, Tongtong patted her tummy and urged in a childish voice, "Tongtong is so hungry~ Let's go eat quickly!"

She had just finished playing badminton, and her stomach was already empty.

Su Qianyue was amused by her impatient little appearance and reached out to pinch her soft little face: "Okay, okay, let's go in quickly, the little baby is hungry."

The group booked a private room, closed the door, and immediately shut out the noise from outside.

Mo Ye and Pang Siyi each used a tablet to order food.

Mo Ye looked up and asked, "Would you like a beef bone broth or a tomato broth?"

Everyone nodded, and no one had any objections.

Mo Ye handed the tablet to Tongtong and leaned closer to say, "Here, Tongtong, what kind of meat do you want to eat? Order it yourself."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed the tablet with her two chubby little hands, poking around on it with her little fingers. She would click on anything she liked without any hesitation.

Mo Ye watched the dishes rapidly increasing on the screen, then reached out and pressed her small hand down:

"Tongtong, you can only order if you can finish your food. We can't waste food, understand?"

Tongtong paused, tilting her head to think for a moment, then reluctantly canceled a few dishes before pushing the tablet back: "Daddy, these are enough for Tongtong~"

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her reluctant expression of giving up.

He took the tablet and added, "We'll order more after we finish eating."

Tongtong wiggled her short legs and clenched her fist to show her determination: "Tongtong will try her best to eat!"

Mo Ye gently rubbed her head: "Just eat until you're full, don't overeat."

He turned to He Wanqing and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

He Wanqing leaned back in her chair and said lazily, "There are more of you here, so you can order whatever you want."

Mo Ye nodded and added a few more of the restaurant's signature dishes.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue also ordered quite a lot.

The advantage of hot pot and barbecue is that you can eat while waiting, chat while waiting, and unknowingly finish more food and enjoy your meal to the fullest.

The waiter quickly brought out the soup base and dishes.

One side of the hot pot is milky white beef bone broth, bubbling and steaming.

On one side is a bright red tomato soup, and the sweet and sour aroma wafts straight into your nose.

The sliced ​​meat was neatly arranged on the plate, the vegetables were fresh and crisp, and the meatballs and bean products were arranged in categories, making for a table full of food.

Mo Ye and Pang Siyi got up and went to the condiment station. They mixed all the condiments themselves: satay sauce, peanut sauce, minced garlic, chopped green onions, and cilantro, according to their own preferences.

Mo Ye prepared two bowls, and when he took them back, he placed one bowl in front of Tong Tong.

"Tongtong, this is for you."

Tongtong nodded and said like a little adult, "Thank you, Dad."

He Wanqing glanced at the bowl in front of Tongtong, then at Mo Ye's empty hand, and was about to ask, "Where's mine?" when she heard Mo Ye's voice: "You and I can share one."

Pang Siyi's eyes lit up, and he followed Mo Ye's example, placing a bowl of dipping sauce in front of Tongtong.

Tongtong blinked, her little face full of confusion: "Didn't Tongtong get pregnant?"

Pang Siyi explained in a serious tone, "They taste different, so Tongtong can eat them alternately."

Tongtong looked down at the two bowls of dipping sauce, then sniffed them. They were indeed different. She looked up and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Fatty."

Pang Siyi waved his hand with a smile, then turned to look at Su Qianyue, saying matter-of-factly, "We'll use one too."