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

Before Tongtong could figure it out, Mo Ye had already reached out and picked her up from He Wanqing's arms, placing her on the ground.

Then he pulled He Wanqing into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "You're not allowed to hug me. You're mine, only I can hug you."

He Wanqing stroked his hair, like she was coaxing a puppy: "Okay, you can hug me."

Tongtong stood on the ground, looking up at the two people who were stuck together again, her little face full of confusion.

Why is Dad acting like a child too?

She touched her little tuft of hair, still completely baffled.

Mo Ye buried his face in the crook of her neck and sniffed.

As He Wanqing listened to that voice, she suddenly remembered that she had studied child psychology for Tongtong.

That set of products was rarely used on Tongtong, but now it can be used to coax her husband.

She softened her voice and said softly, "Mo Ye, my darling, don't be angry, okay? You're the best boy. Be good, and I'll give you a reward tonight."

Mo Ye's muffled voice came from behind her shoulder: "Really?"

He Wanqing suppressed a laugh: "Of course it's true."

Mo Ye wanted to climb up the pole further, but He Wanqing gently patted his back, her voice even softer: "I like well-behaved little darlings."

Mo Ye stopped moving.

She said she likes well-behaved little babies, and he has to be well-behaved, otherwise what if she doesn't like him?

"Then remember to give me a reward tonight."

Tongtong stood on the ground, arms crossed over her chest, her right foot tapping the ground, her big eyes practically rolling to the sky.

She opened her little mouth and made a "tsk tsk tsk" sound: "I really can't do anything with Mom and Daddy, these two childish devils!! Whose parents act like little kids?! It's unbearable to watch~"

The two separated, looked down at the speechless little dumpling on the ground, and laughed at the same time.

Each of them held one side of her, tugging at her chubby little belly.

"What's wrong with Tongtong?"

Tongtong twisted her body, pouting, "You're all mean! You're bullying Tongtong! I'm going to tell Grandma and Grandma on the other side!"

Both of them froze simultaneously. Mo Ye coughed and cleared his throat: "I'll make something delicious for Tongtong tonight. What would Tongtong like to eat?"

Tongtong's attention was immediately drawn to the words "delicious".

She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Tongtong wants to eat fish, fried chicken, potato chips, and bear cookies."

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "You can only choose two."

Tongtong let out a "woof," her little brain working at lightning speed.

Mom and Dad also like to eat fish, but Tongtong doesn't choose fish.

She made a quick decision and announced in her sweet, childlike voice, "Tongtong will have fried chicken and potato chips!"

Mo Ye took her hand: "Okay."

Tongtong immediately jumped up: "Yay!"

He Wanqing took her other hand and asked, "Did Tongtong cause any trouble for the teacher today? Was she well-behaved?"

Tongtong stared at He Wanqing with wide eyes, her expression clearly saying, "Look at what you're saying."

Then she puffed out her little chest and said in a childish voice, "Tongtong is innocent and harmless, and cute. I only bring little surprises to the teacher, how could I cause the teacher any trouble?"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both fell silent: "......."

The two looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes. This little mouth is getting better and better at babbling; they wondered where she learned it from.

He Wanqing couldn't help but pinch her little cheek: "A little surprise."

Tongtong's cheek was being pinched, and she protested in a muffled voice, "It's just a little surprise, hehehe..."

Mo Ye lifted her up and let her sit on his shoulders.

Tongtong suddenly grew taller, her field of vision widened, and she immediately forgot the unpleasantness from before, starting to look around curiously.

The three of them walked out of the company gate. Tongtong sat on her father's shoulders, her two chubby little hands holding his hair.

He Wanqing walked beside Mo Ye, her hand naturally linked with his arm.

Mo Ye turned his head and glanced at her.

He Wanqing felt his gaze and turned her head away. The two looked at each other without saying a word, but the corners of their mouths were turned up.

Walking to the car, Mo Ye put Tongtong in the child seat and fastened her seatbelt.

Tongtong sat up straight and immediately asked, "Daddy, where are we going to buy fried chicken?"

"You decide."

Tongtong thought about it seriously: "The one from last time! The one Mom bought from! It was delicious!"

He Wanqing sat in the passenger seat and glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror.

This little foodie used all her route-memorizing skills on fried chicken shops.

Mo Ye started the car and merged into the traffic.

He had just parked the car when he heard rustling sounds coming from the back seat.

Tongtong frantically pried at the seatbelt buckle with her chubby little hands, her face turning bright red, while muttering, "Open, open, open~ Open it now!!"

He Wanqing opened the car door, scooped the impatient little dumpling out, and casually straightened her little bun that had been bent out of shape by the seatbelt: "What's the rush?"

Tongtong squirmed in her arms, kicking her little feet high: "Tongtong wants fried chicken legs! Not being in a hurry is disrespectful to fried chicken legs!"

He Wanqing pinched her chubby cheeks: "You just like eating this junk food."

Tongtong wiggled her little bottom and said confidently, "Tongtong just loves to eat!" Her little expression seemed to say, "I love fried chicken the most in the whole world."

Mo Ye locked the car and walked over, patting her little head: "Tongtong, will Daddy make you fried chicken tonight, or would you like to buy it from outside?"

Tongtong bit her fingernails, her little face full of distress.

What should we do?

Dad's cooking is always delicious, and the food outside is good too...

She hesitated for a while, then tilted her head back with her babyish voice and asked, "Daddy, can I have both?"

Mo Ye: "You can only choose one."

Of course, he hoped Tongtong would choose the one he made.

The oil used for fried chicken outside is reused repeatedly, and you never know if the chicken is fresh or not.

At least what you make yourself is clean and hygienic.

Tongtong let out a soft "Aww," her little mouth pouting, but she quickly made her decision: "Then Tongtong chooses Daddy to cook! Daddy's cooking is delicious, and his fried chicken is delicious too!"

Mo Ye pinched her cheek: "You're so good with words."

Tongtong chuckled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and pressed her advantage: "Since Tongtong is such a good girl, can she eat a little more?"

He Wanqing reached out and pinched the back of her neck, turning her around like a kitten to face her.

Tongtong's face fell instantly; her mother's action was so disrespectful to her.

She's the boss, how can she be treated like this!

She was already screaming "He Wanqing is so bold!" in her heart, but on the surface she was still obedient, blinking her eyes as she looked at her mother.

"What did Tongtong say?" He Wanqing looked down at her.

Tongtong immediately put on that irresistible little expression, her voice sweet and soft, with a hint of pitiful whimper at the end: "Mommy~ Can Tongtong eat two, please~ Please........"