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

Tongtong pouted and retorted confidently, her voice rapid and crisp, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube:

"Daddy just said Mommy is Daddy's darling~ If Mommy is Daddy's darling, then isn't she Tongtong's darling too?"

He Wanqing opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She couldn't be bothered to argue with the little one's lack of comprehension.

Seeing that her mother was silent, Tongtong sighed like a little adult, shook her head, and said earnestly, "Sigh~ You just stay silent when you encounter difficult questions. It's really a headache."

He Wanqing's lips twitched. Where did this little brat learn all this nonsense?

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw his daughter's mature demeanor. He reached out and pinched her soft little cheek, which felt like a ball of cotton candy.

His daughter is so cute.

Suddenly, Tongtong noticed a stall selling small toys in the mall's atrium, with fluffy bears, rabbits, and foxes huddled together.

Her eyes lit up instantly, like two small lamps lit up at the same time, and her voice was full of anticipation:

"Dad, if Tongtong gets a high score on her exam, can we buy her a small toy?"

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, his brain's GPU was working at lightning speed, almost emitting blue smoke.

Are there exams for kindergartens?

He glanced at He Wanqing with a puzzled look.

He Wanqing understood that look and explained calmly, "There will be an exam at the end of the semester, which will probably involve writing down numbers from one to ten."

Mo Ye smiled.

Isn't this question like using a cannon to kill a mosquito for Tongtong?

His daughter can already do addition and subtraction. He gently patted his daughter's head, his voice soft and reassuring: "Tongtong, after you finish your exams, Dad will buy it for you."

Tongtong shouted "Yay!" so loudly that everyone in the mall turned to look. She kicked her little feet twice in Mo Ye's arms like an excited little rabbit, her voice crisp and bright: "Then Tongtong will get a hundred points!"

Mo Ye smiled, his smile filled with doting affection: "If Tongtong gets 60 points on her test, Dad will buy it for you too."

Tongtong's eyes darted around like a small computer running at high speed, then she clapped her chubby little hands, a sly glint in her eyes:

"Tongtong wants Teacher Lin to give her a test paper with a score of 120, and she wants to buy two!"

He Wanqing and Mo Ye both fell silent. They looked at each other and saw the same expression in each other's eyes: "This little rascal."

Mo Ye smiled, reached out and ruffled her little head, his voice filled with unreserved doting: "Tongtong can buy as many as she wants."

Tongtong chuckled, her little face full of pride and anticipation, her voice soft and sweet: "The exams are coming up soon~ Daddy, don't forget~"

Mo Ye nodded, his expression as serious as if he were signing an important contract: "Dad won't forget, don't worry."

Tongtong nodded in satisfaction and gave Moye a loud kiss on the cheek, the sound as loud as opening a bottle cap.

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes, and the surrounding air temperature seemed to drop by two degrees.

Mo Ye felt that chilly gaze fall on him, and his back stiffened slightly.

He glanced down at the little dumpling in his arms, then turned to look at the expressionless woman beside him, and silently put Tongtong down.

The moment Tongtong's feet touched the ground, He Wanqing's lips curved slightly upwards, like a willow branch swaying in the wind—very light and quick, but Mo Ye caught it.

His wife is very possessive, but he likes her very much.

Mo Ye cleared his throat and changed the subject: "How about we have Sichuan peppercorn chicken tonight?"

Tongtong immediately nodded rapidly, like a chick that had been switched on, her chubby cheeks bobbing like jelly in a plate, her voice filled with eager joy:

"Tongtong wants a big chicken leg!"

Mo Ye smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll make a big chicken leg for Tongtong tonight."

The family of three went to the supermarket first.

Mo Ye pushed the shopping cart, He Wanqing walked beside her, and Tongtong sat in the child seat in the shopping cart, her two chubby little hands holding onto the edge of the cart, her little feet swinging back and forth, like a little captain directing the course.

Mo Ye chose a three-yellow chicken, whose meat was tender and suitable for making Sichuan pepper chicken.

I picked out another turbot, which was lively and jumping around, splashing water everywhere with its tail. The staff weighing it almost couldn't hold it down.

I bought a few more swimming crabs, tied with rope, still alive, their eyes darting around, and bubbles coming out of their mouths.

Finally, I picked up a bunch of green vegetables, which were bright green with water droplets still clinging to the leaves.

When checking out, Tongtong was holding a Minion plush toy that was bigger than her own face; she had secretly put it in her shopping cart herself.

He Wanqing glanced at her, and she quickly hugged the Minion to her chest, pressing her chin down and pretending nothing had happened.

He Wanqing sighed and didn't let her put it back.

Back home, Mo Ye tied on an apron and prepared to cook dinner.

He Wanqing and Tongtong followed them into the kitchen, one washing vegetables and the other peeling garlic.

Mo Ye did not refuse; he enjoyed the feeling of cooking and eating together as a family.

Most of today's dishes are steamed, which makes them easier to prepare.

Rub the turbot with salt and cooking wine, stuff its belly with ginger slices and scallion segments, and put it in a steamer.

Clean the swimming crabs, turn them over and place them on a plate. Put a slice of ginger on the navel of each crab and put them in a steamer.

Three-yellow chicken is a bit more troublesome to prepare. First, you need to blanch it to remove the fishy smell, then put it in a clay pot, add Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, ginger slices, and scallion segments, pour in water to cover the chicken, and simmer it slowly over low heat.

Steamer and casserole were bubbling and steaming on the stove, white steam spreading throughout the kitchen, carrying the aromas of fish, crab, and spicy Sichuan peppercorn chicken.

The three of them came out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

Tongtong nestled in the corner of the sofa, hugging her Minion doll, her eyes glued to the TV. The show "Atashinchi" was playing, and she was completely absorbed in it, her little mouth slightly open, occasionally giggling at the plot.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing sat next to each other, being all lovey-dovey.

Mo Ye took an orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table, peeled it, and the fresh scent of the orange peel filled the air.

He carefully removed the white pith from each orange segment and then held it to He Wanqing's lips.

He Wanqing opened her mouth, took the orange segment into her mouth, and her soft lips touched his fingertips, warm and moist.

She chewed twice, swallowed, and then picked up a segment of orange and offered it to Mo Ye's lips.

Mo Ye opened his mouth and put the orange segment and her finger in his mouth together.

He Wanqing glared at him, her voice both urgent and shy, with a hint of coquettishness at the end: "You clean it up for me."

Mo Ye swallowed the orange, said "Oh" without changing his expression, then took her hand, lowered his head, and sucked on the finger he had sucked, making a slurping sound, like he was sucking on a lollipop.

He Wanqing's face flushed instantly, and her voice rose several octaves: "What are you doing...?"

Mo Ye looked up at her innocently, his clear eyes conveying the message, "This has nothing to do with me." "Didn't you ask me to clean it up for you?"

He Wanqing glared at him, her voice tinged with exasperation: "Why did I ask you to clean it up for me?"

"Suck your hand."

"So how did you clean it for me?"

"Suck your hand."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, then closed it again, and squeezed out four words through her teeth: "You did it on purpose."

Mo Ye chuckled, leaned closer to her, and said in a low voice with a soft, sweet, and ingratiating tone, "Wife, your hands are so soft and smell so good."

He Wanqing gave him a light push, as light as brushing off dust: "Silly boy."

Mo Ye took her hand and placed it on his heart, his voice softening: "I'll only be your little fool."