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

He Wanqing looked at the little dumpling clinging to Mo Ye's leg and refusing to let go, and remained silent for a long time.

She took a deep breath, picked up the eggplant, and washed it herself.

The kitchen was quiet for a while, with only the sound of running water from the tap and the thud of a cleaver hitting the cutting board.

Tongtong hugged Moye's leg, her little face pressed against his knee, her eyes half-open and half-closed, like a kitten that wouldn't leave its owner's feet.

Mo Ye glanced down at her while cutting the meat.

Tongtong was looking up at him, her big eyes reflecting his image.

He smiled, said nothing, and continued cutting.

Tongtong continued to hold him, remaining quiet and still.

Mo Ye heated the pan, then turned to look at He Wanqing: "Wanqing, let's start cooking."

He Wanqing walked over and naturally stood in front of him, her back almost touching his chest.

Mo Ye wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and tinged with amusement: "Do you want me to teach you myself today, or will you do it yourself?"

He Wanqing struggled internally for a moment.

She wanted Mo Ye to hold her hand and teach her; it felt so comfortable, enveloped in his warmth, that she didn't have to think about anything.

But she also wanted to learn to cook on her own; she couldn't keep being taught like this forever, or she would never learn.

"I'll do it myself," she finally said.

Mo Ye nodded and released his hands from around her waist.

He Wanqing felt the warmth around her waist suddenly disappear, leaving her feeling empty.

She pursed her lips and said, "I meant I could do it myself, I didn't ask you to let go of me."

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Mo Ye thought she was a little nervous, so he bent down, picked up Tongtong from the ground, stood next to her, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's okay, I'll teach you if you don't understand anything."

He Wanqing turned her head and glanced at the little Tongtong in Mo Ye's arms, who was looking at her with big, blinking eyes, her face full of satisfaction.

Her lips were pressed even more tightly together.

She picked up the spatula and forcefully scooped up the remaining water in the pot, making a "sizzle" sound.

Tongtong raised her little eyebrows proudly and shouted in her childish voice, "Go, Mommy!"

He Wanqing gritted her teeth inwardly.

I'll spank her little bottom until it's split into eight pieces.

Mo Ye had a vague feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He glanced at He Wanqing, then at the little dumpling in his arms. Both of them were smiling, but there was a subtle smell of gunpowder in the air.

He Wanqing pursed her lips and suddenly said, "Mo Ye, why don't you teach me step by step?"

Mo Ye was taken aback, but didn't ask any questions. He nodded, put Tongtong on the ground, wrapped his arms around He Wanqing's waist from behind again, and placed his hand over her hand that was holding the spatula.

Tongtong was put on the ground, and her little face immediately fell.

Waaaaah, how did I end up on the ground again?!

Mom is a bad person.

She angrily nudged He Wanqing's leg with her head, like an angry little calf.

He Wanqing smiled and gently pushed Tongtong to the side with her foot.

Tongtong stood to the side with her arms crossed, puffing out her cheeks like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Mo Ye was unaware of their little antics downstairs; his attention was entirely on the pot: "The pot's hot, pour in the oil."

He Wanqing made two "oh" sounds, picked up the oil bottle and poured it into the pot. The oil slid into the hot pot, creating tiny bubbles.

Seeing her parents hugging again, Tongtong ran over, not wanting to be outdone, and hugged Mo Ye's leg tightly, rubbing her little face against his leg like a spoiled kitten.

In the kitchen, the three of them were stacked on top of each other. Tongtong hugged Mo Ye's leg, Mo Ye hugged He Wanqing's waist, and He Wanqing was stir-frying vegetables with a spatula.

No one is willing to let go, and no one wants to let go.

After the food was cooked, Tongtong's little nose was the first to catch the aroma; her nose twitched, and her eyes sparkled.

"It smells so good!" She tugged at Mo Ye's apron. "Daddy, Tongtong, please help take it out!"

Mo Ye looked down at the little dumpling and noticed that her "tears" were already flowing from the corners of her mouth.

He chuckled, picked up a piece of freshly cooked meat with his chopsticks, blew on it, squatted down, and held it to her lips.

"Come on, Tongtong, try it and see if it has any flavor."

Tongtong looked at the meat in front of her, and without a second's hesitation, she opened her tiny mouth and "woof!" bit the chopsticks, shoving the meat into her mouth.

Then, with two chubby little hands cupping their faces, their cheeks puffed out, they chewed and chewed.

After chewing for a while, she squinted her eyes and commented seriously, "Not bad~ It has flavor~ It's delicious."

She chewed while secretly glancing at He Wanqing.

Mom is great, it would be even better if Dad could be given to Tongtong.

How can I get my mom to willingly give up my dad to me?

Her little brain started working at lightning speed, and an image gradually emerged: a tall, slender version of Tongtong, wearing a little suit and sunglasses, holding a bank card in her hand, handing it to He Wanqing, and saying in a cold voice:

"Woman, from this moment on, Daddy is mine. Understand?"

In the video, He Wanqing bows and scrapes, saying, "Okay, okay, Tongtong, your dad will be yours from now on."

As Tongtong pondered this, she put her hands on her hips and giggled foolishly.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both looked down at the grinning little dumpling.

Did this kid get a piece of meat stuck in his head?

Mo Ye squatted down and pinched her cheek: "What's wrong? Why are you grinning like that?"

Tongtong then snapped out of her reverie.

Looking down at her still small frame, she felt a little depressed. When would Tongtong grow up?

I'm annoyed by the rats.

She dared not tell the truth, or her little bottom would suffer.

She clenched her chubby little fist, coughed, and said in a serious tone, "No, Tongtong just thought about having endless ice cream."

Neither of them suspected anything.

After all, it's not surprising that this gluttonous girl would grin like an idiot when she thinks about food.

After all the dishes were cooked, Mo Ye and He Wanqing began to carry them to the living room.

Tongtong wanted to help too, so she stretched out her chubby little hands to carry the plate, but both of them refused, because it would be troublesome if the little girl broke the plate.

Tongtong pouted, but didn't insist. She climbed onto the high chair, put her hands on the table, and her face was tense, looking like she was "waiting for dinner."

Mo Ye filled her rice bowl with her cat and mouse food and handed her chopsticks and a spoon.

He sat down next to Tongtong and was about to pick up his chopsticks when He Wanqing came over, grabbed Tongtong's high chair with both hands, and moved him and the chair to the side.

Then she moved her own stool and sat down squarely between Mo Ye and Tong Tong.

Tongtong stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief: "???"

She became unhappy, her little face scrunched up, "Mommy's bad..."

He Wanqing turned her head to look at her, her tone flat: "Didn't you say before that Daddy would hug you more when we're out, and Mommy would hug you more when we're at home?"