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

Looking at the little girl's face, He Wanqing's heart melted completely. After all, she was her mother.

"Okay, Tongtong can have two chicken drumsticks tonight."

Tongtong yelled "Yay!" and hugged He Wanqing's leg tightly, rubbing her little face against it: "Mommy, you're the best~!"

He Wanqing looked down at the little dumpling rubbing against her lap, her lips curving slightly, but she didn't say anything.

The two people held Tongtong's little hand and walked into the supermarket.

Tongtong had a clear goal and headed straight for the potato chip section.

She stood in front of the shelves, her chubby little hands behind her back, tilting her head back as she looked at each row.

Tomato, original, barbecue, cucumber...

She put her thumb in her mouth and almost bit off her nail.

"You can only choose one." He Wanqing's cool voice floated down from above.

Tongtong hummed in agreement, drawing out the sound for a long time, clearly a little unhappy: "I haven't even said anything yet!" She turned to look at Mo Ye, her eyes filled with pleading.

Mo Ye immediately turned his head, pretending to examine the spice rack next to him: "Wanqing, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Tongtong stared wide-eyed at her father's retreating figure in disbelief.

Dad, you weren't like this before!

If Mo Ye knew what she was thinking, he would probably say: You said it yourself, it was in the past, when your mother wasn't around.

Tongtong finally hugged a bucket of cucumber-flavored potato chips, her chubby little hands holding it tightly as if she were holding a precious treasure, her eyes still lingering on the shelf.

Mo Ye squatted down, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Dad will fry you an extra chicken leg tonight."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, like tiny light bulbs that had been switched on, sparkling brightly.

She opened her little mouth as if to shout...

Mo Ye quickly covered her mouth and put his index finger up to shush her.

Tongtong immediately covered her mouth with her chubby little hands, nodded vigorously, and her big eyes darted around, secretly glancing at He Wanqing.

The tigress almost heard us!

Then she saw He Wanqing standing a step away with her arms crossed, looking at her with a smile.

Tongtong was startled, as if struck by lightning, and shrank behind Mo Ye's legs, saying, "Mommy, you scared me to death!"

He Wanqing looked down at the little one huddled behind Mo Ye's legs, only half her head peeking out, and couldn't help but laugh: "What were Tongtong and Daddy plotting just now?"

Tongtong, hands behind her back, puffed out her little chest and declared with a righteous expression, "Tongtong would never betray Daddy!"

Mo Ye: "........"

He Wanqing squatted down to meet her gaze, and said slowly, "Tongtong and Daddy really have a secret behind Mommy's back?"

Tongtong's face stiffened, her eyes darted around, and suddenly she buried her face in Mo Ye's trouser leg, a muffled sound coming out:

"It's good that Tongtong doesn't say anything~" Then she quietly turned her head and saw He Wanqing slowly wiping her palms.

Tongtong immediately changed her tune: "Tongtong won't eat it! Mommy, don't hit Tongtong!"

He Wanqing pinched her little belly: "It's just eating fried chicken, why did you do it behind your mother's back?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up: "Mommy, can you give Tongtong more to eat?"

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "No."

Kiritong: "......"

He Wanqing pinched her little ear, her voice not loud but very serious: "Tongtong, you're still a child, you can't eat so much of this stuff, you know?"

After saying that, she casually slapped Mo Ye's butt. "Do you even know that?"

The two spoke at the same time. Mo Ye said, "I know," and Tong Tong said, "Oh no."

He Wanqing looked at the two figures, one big and one small, and shook her head helplessly.

She really couldn't handle those two little kids.

Mo Ye, holding Tongtong in one arm and He Wanqing by the other, asked, "How about we have sauerkraut fish tonight?"

Neither He Wanqing nor Tongtong had any objections.

The three of them moved on to the fresh food section. Mo Ye picked out a black carp and also bought pickled cabbage and other ingredients.

When he passed by the frozen food section, he stopped and picked out a few chicken legs and wings, and also took a bag of potatoes.

Tongtong's mouth watered as she looked at the chicken legs, chicken wings, and round potatoes in the bag.

So much delicious food!

"Mommy, Daddy, let's go home quickly! Tongtong is hungry~"

She leaned on Mo Ye's shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the contents of the bag, looking at the things in the bag with a longing gaze—no, more like looking at chickens to quench her thirst.

Back home, Tongtong slid off Moye and ran off to the kitchen with a "tap tap tap" sound.

Halfway there, she turned back and urged, "Dad, hurry up! We're making fried chicken!"

Mo Ye followed her in carrying the groceries. Seeing how fast she was running, he couldn't help but remind her, "Slow down, don't fall."

Tongtong had already carried her little stool into the kitchen, set it up, stood on it, and waved her chubby little hands at Moye, her little face full of eagerness.

Mo Ye looked helplessly at this gluttonous girl, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

What if someone manages to kidnap her with fried chicken in the future?

No, absolutely not.

It seems I need to seriously work on how to make fried chicken. I need to make it a hundred times better than what you get outside, so that Tongtong will think that everything outside is garbage.

He squatted down and said earnestly to Tongtong, "If you want to eat fried chicken in the future, just tell Daddy, okay? If someone offers you fried chicken, don't eat it."

Tongtong made a "Mah" sound, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded: "Mom and Grandma also said not to eat food from strangers."

Mo Ye patted her head with satisfaction and began preparing the fried chicken.

Wash the chicken drumsticks and wings thoroughly, make a few slits on the surface, add salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce, and ginger slices, mix well and marinate.

Tongtong stood on a small stool, watching her father stop, and asked anxiously, "Daddy, why did you stop?"

Mo Ye pinched her little nose: "It needs to be marinated, otherwise it won't taste good. Tongtong, go watch TV first, Daddy will call you when it's ready."

Tongtong let out a "woof" and slid off the small stool. She walked towards the living room, looking back every few steps, her eyes still fixed on the bowl of chicken legs, as if afraid they would grow legs and run away.

He Wanqing had already changed into her home clothes and come downstairs.

Mo Ye picked up her apron, and He Wanqing naturally lowered her head to make it easier for him to put it on.

Then she realized that Mo Ye was facing her and was tying her ribbon from the front.

"Why are you tying it from the front?" She looked up at him. "Wouldn't it be more convenient from the back?"

Mo Ye's lips curved into a smile: "I want to hold you."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, a faint blush rose to her face, and she said softly, "Then you will tie it for me like this from now on."

Mo Ye lowered his head and pecked her on the cheek: "Okay."

He Wanqing also tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, then turned around to prepare the ingredients for the sauerkraut fish.

Mo Ye started coating the chicken legs with flour. The marinated chicken legs were rolled in a mixture of flour and starch, the excess flour was shaken off, and then they were put into the oil.

The oil temperature was just right; as soon as the chicken leg hit the oil, tiny bubbles appeared, sizzling and releasing an immediate aroma.

Tongtong couldn't sit still in the living room anymore. She ran over and pressed herself against the kitchen doorway, sniffing her nose, "It smells so good!"

While slicing the fish, He Wanqing said, "Go wait, I'll call you when it's ready."

Tongtong refused to leave, so she squatted at the door, watching longingly as the chicken legs in the pot tumbled in the oil and slowly turned into a beautiful golden color.

Mo Ye poked it with his chopsticks; the outer shell was crispy and made a soft crackling sound.

He picked one out, placed it on the rack to drain the oil, and then put a few more chicken wings in.

Tongtong looked at the golden chicken leg and swallowed hard.

Mo Ye turned around and saw her squatting by the door, her little hands gripping the doorframe like a puppy waiting for food...