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

Tongtong puffed out her little chest and held her chin high: "That's right! Tongtong is the best!"

Looking at her daughter's smug little face, and then at Mo Ye who was equally smug beside her, He Wanqing suddenly felt that the two of them, one big and one small, were practically cut from the same mold.

Tuan Tuan squatted on the grass, looking up at the butterfly with its cat face, and let out a dissatisfied "meow" in its throat, as if to say: I chased it for a long time and failed, what makes you, a little kid, so special?

Tongtong squatted down, patted Tuantuan's head, and earnestly comforted it: "Tuantuan, don't be sad. Tongtong will catch it for you next time."

Tuantuan shook its head, turned around, and walked forward with its short legs, its tail standing straight up, completely ignoring her.

Tongtong giggled and chased after Tuantuan, her short legs moving incredibly fast as she walked alongside him.

As I walked, the gate of the residential area came into view.

Tongtong didn't stop and walked straight out.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing followed behind, and no one stopped them.

Since I'm just out for a walk to digest my food, it doesn't really matter where I go.

Has little effect.

No...it has a huge impact.

Because Tongtong was holding Tuantuan's hand, and they were standing in front of a sausage grilling machine.

She tilted her little face up, watching the sausages slowly rotating on the rollers in the sausage grilling machine, their skins slightly charred and sizzling with oil. Her little nose twitched, and she seemed frozen in place.

Then she slowly turned her head to look at her parents behind her, her little mouth slightly open, her eyes sparkling, her voice sweet and innocent, filled with an irresistible longing: "Mommy, Daddy, it smells so good..."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance.

Weren't we out for a walk to digest our food?

Why are we eating again?

Mo Ye squatted down, patted Tongtong's little head, and said gently, "There are still some sausages at home. Dad will grill some for you when we get back tonight."

Tongtong paused for a moment, then remembered that there was indeed a sausage grill at home, which she had only used once after buying it.

She nodded immediately, a smile returning to her little face: "Tongtong will bake it herself when she gets home!"

She looked down and tugged at Tuan Tuan's rope. "Tuan Tuan, let's go!"

Tuantuan squatted motionless in front of the sausage grilling machine, its round cat eyes fixed on the sizzling sausages, its pupils dilated, and its tail tip swaying gently.

She meowed, her voice carrying a firm "I'm not leaving" tone.

Tongtong panicked and tugged at the rope hard: "Let's go home and eat grilled sausages!"

Tuantuan: "How could you betray me! You weren't like this just now!"

Unfortunately, Tongtong couldn't understand what the cat was meowing.

Tuantuan meowed again, probably saying: What do you know? That's a grilled sausage.

Seeing that she couldn't pull him, Tongtong simply bent down, picked Tuantuan up, tucked him under her arm, and turned to walk home.

Tuan Tuan's four legs were dangling in mid-air, and she looked utterly hopeless.

Back home, Mo Ye took out the sausage grill from the cabinet and placed it on the dining table.

Tongtong sat up, hugging Tuantuan, and leaned forward, watching Moye prepare the ingredients with eager eyes.

He Wanqing leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching this scene, and suddenly felt a little dazed. It seemed like not long ago, Mo Ye was grilling sausages and Tongtong was holding Tuantuan and waiting.

Mo Ye took out a few sausages and a small knife, and began to make decorative cuts on the sausages.

The blade made fine cuts in the sausage casing, one by one, neatly and precisely.

Tongtong looked on with longing and stretched out her chubby little hand: "Daddy, Tongtong wants some too!"

He Wanqing initially wanted to say no, but couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she went over, lifted her off the chair, and led her to wash her hands.

Tongtong stood on a small stool, put her two chubby little hands under the tap, rubbed them until they were covered in foam, rinsed them clean, dried them with a towel, and then ran back to Moye's side with a "da da da" sound.

Mo Ye squatted down, took her small hand, and held the knife, slowly carving patterns on the sausage.

Tongtong felt especially safe with her father's big hand in hers, so she was extra careful when making the cuts. She would stop to check after each cut and make sure it was done before continuing.

Tuan Tuan circled around the two people's legs, its tail held high, meowing incessantly.

Tongtong looked down at it and comforted it in her childish voice, "Tuantuan, don't be impatient~ It's not baked yet!"

After scoring all the sausages, Mo Ye lifted Tongtong into her high chair and placed the sausage grill and sausages in front of her.

Tongtong picked up a sausage with her chubby little hands and carefully put it into the sausage grill.

Mo Ye bent down to pull the socket, turned on the power, and turned the power to the maximum.

The sausage grill slowly heats up, emitting a soft sizzling sound, and the aroma begins to waft out little by little.

Tongtong and Tuantuan took a breath at the same time.

Tongtong braced her hands on the table, stretching her little head further and further forward, as if she wanted to stick her head into the sausage grill.

Mo Ye looked at her impatient little face and couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and grabbed her little shoulder, pulling her back a bit.

Tongtong was pulled back by her father, her little face flushed red, and she pursed her lips shyly, whispering, "Tongtong doesn't really want to eat..."

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw that this little girl was still shy. He pinched her little nose and said, "Daddy knows, I just wanted to pat Tongtong's shoulder."

The sausages are finally ready.

Mo Ye used tongs to remove the sausages one by one, placed them on a plate to cool slightly, then skewered them with bamboo skewers and handed one to Tongtong: "Be careful, it's hot, okay?"

Tongtong yelled, "I know~" She took the sausage, but didn't eat it right away. Instead, she turned to He Wanqing, holding up the sausage with her little face full of filial piety, "Mom, you can have it first."

He Wanqing was taken aback.

This little guy is so greedy, yet he's willing to give it to me?

My heart warmed, and I reached out my hand to receive it.

Tongtong pulled her hand back and added in her childish voice, "Mommy, never mind~ I want to eat more myself!"

Then she started munching away, her little mouth chewing very quickly.

He Wanqing's hand hovered in mid-air, her expression shifting from touched to helpless. "Just give me a token gesture, don't blame me for being too serious."

Mo Ye looked at the mother and daughter, chuckled softly, and then skewered another sausage and handed it to He Wanqing.

He Wanqing reached out to take it, but Mo Ye withdrew his hand.

He Wanqing's hand hovered in mid-air again, her face full of question marks.

No, you and your daughter have both deceived my feelings, haven't you?

Mo Ye pointed to his face, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, walked over, tucked the hair that was hanging down her face behind her ear, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Then she leaned close to his ear, gently blew a breath, and whispered, "Are you satisfied now?"

The warm breath brushed against his earlobe, making Mo Ye's ear itch a little, and his heart itched even more.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and slightly mischievous: "Not satisfied..."