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

After finishing their meal, the family sat around the tea table.

Mo Chashan took out an iron can from the cabinet, unscrewed the lid, scooped a few spoonfuls of tea leaves into the purple clay teapot, poured in hot water, and the tea leaves tumbled in the pot, immediately filling the air with the aroma of tea.

He poured a cup for everyone, picked up his own cup, raised it to He Yanzhou, and said with a hint of pride in his voice, "Come on, have a drink. This is tea grown on my own land."

He Yanzhou picked up the cup, first looked at the color of the tea, then smelled it, and then took a sip.

His eyes lit up, and his voice held a genuine exclamation: "Excellent tea!"

Hearing this, Mo Chashan couldn't suppress the smile on his face: "I'll bring some back for you later, as much as you want."

He Yanzhou put down his teacup: "I won't stand on ceremony."

Mo Chashan smiled, "I was afraid you'd be too polite."

Nearby, Jiang Hui and Jiang Shuya were also chatting.

Jiang Hui tilted her head and looked at Jiang Shuya: "Shuya, are you interested in making mooncakes?"

Jiang Shuya nodded, a hint of regret in her voice: "I've made it before, but the taste wasn't quite right."

Jiang Hui: "Then I'll teach you tomorrow. I think this is pretty delicious."

Jiang Shuya's eyes lit up: "This is great!"

Tongtong, who was listening intently nearby, immediately raised her chubby little hand when she heard the word "mooncake": "Tongtong wants to make one too!"

Jiang Hui immediately agreed: "Okay, Tongtong will join too, let's do it together."

Seeing that Tongtong was about to make it, Mo Yunqi quickly raised his hand as well: "Auntie, I want one too!"

Jiang Hui nodded, her voice cheerful: "Together."

Mo Ye took He Wanqing's hand, and the two quietly walked out of the courtyard.

As He Wanqing walked along the path, looking up at the star-studded sky above, she suddenly exclaimed, "Time flies so fast."

Mo Ye: "Yes, our wedding is just around the corner."

He Wanqing released his hand, walked forward with her hands behind her back, turned around to face him, the moonlight fell on her face, her eyes were bright, and his image was reflected in them.

Her voice was soft and gentle: "I'll wait for you to marry me."

Mo Ye stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "If it weren't for the importance placed on customs here, I would have married you long ago."

He Wanqing leaned against him, pressing her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. The two walked slowly, neither of them speaking, but neither of them felt bored.

When I got home after walking around, most of the elders were already asleep.

The living room lights were still on, and He Wanning, Tongtong, and Mo Yunqi were nestled on the sofa watching cartoons. The flickering light from the TV shone on their three earnest little faces.

Hearing footsteps, He Wanning turned her head and saw them, her voice tinged with sleepiness and casualness: "You're back."

He Wanqing nodded, clapped her hands, and said in a soft but clear voice, "Everyone, go to sleep."

Mo Yunqi slid off the sofa, looked at Tongtong, his little face filled with reluctance and anticipation: "Tongtong, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously and said in her childish voice, "Tongtong is waiting for her brother at home."

Mo Yunqi smiled, his eyes curving into crescents: "Tomorrow, brother will bring Tongtong something fun."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, her little face filled with anticipation: "Okay!"

Mo Ye took He Wanning to the guest room, settled her in, and then went back to the room with He Wanqing.

Tongtong, with her short legs, followed behind, making "gurgling" sounds, like a little tail.

Mo Ye pushed open the door, turned to look at the little dumpling, and asked gently, "Tongtong, do you want to sleep by yourself?"

Tongtong pouted and shook her head vigorously, "No, Tongtong wants to sleep with Mommy and Daddy!"

Mo Ye nodded, squatted down, picked her up, and kissed her on the cheek: "Then Tongtong will sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight."

Tongtong hugged Mo Ye's neck, kicked her little legs, and her face was full of satisfaction and joy as she said in her childish voice, "Yay!"

The next morning, when the three of them went downstairs, Jiang Hui was already in the kitchen teaching Jiang Shuya how to make mooncakes.

On the stove were flour, syrup, fillings, molds, and a row of basins and bowls of all sizes.

Seeing that the cooking had already started, Tongtong let out a cry and ran over immediately. She tugged at the hem of Jiang Hui's apron, her little face full of grievance and anxiety, and asked in her childish voice, "Grandma, why don't you call me Tongtong?"

Jiang Hui looked down at her, exclaimed "Ouch!" and quickly squatted down to pinch her little cheek.

"Grandma's little darling is up? We're still busy. Tongtong, have your breakfast first, then come help us."

Tongtong hummed twice, then turned around and ran to the dining table. She climbed onto a chair, grabbed a small steamed bun, and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging out.

After finishing breakfast, Tongtong wiped her mouth, slid off the chair, ran into the kitchen, moved a small stool, stood on it, propped her two chubby little hands on the table, and craned her neck to look at the dough in Jiang Hui's hand.

Jiang Hui is teaching her how to make snow skin mooncakes. She mixes glutinous rice flour, rice flour, and wheat starch in a certain ratio, adds milk and sugar, stirs it well, and then steams it.

The steamed snow skin dough is crystal clear and has a faint milky aroma.

Following Jiang Hui's example, Tongtong grabbed a small piece of dough, rolled it into a ball, flattened it, wrapped the filling inside, sealed it, and pressed it into a mold. A mooncake was produced, crooked and twisted, but you could still vaguely make out that it was a mooncake.

Tongtong wrapped the dumplings for a while, but her initial excitement wore off. Her little brows furrowed, and she pouted, no longer wanting to wrap them.

Just then, Mo Yunqi walked in, carrying a plastic bag containing a spinning top, a bamboo dragonfly, and a bamboo gun.

When Tongtong saw the toys, her eyes lit up. She slid off the stool in a flash, ran over excitedly, grabbed Mo Yunqi's hand, and ran outside.

Mo Ye watched the two figures run off into the distance and called out in a raised voice, "Yun Qi, don't take Tong Tong to play too far away!"

Mo Yunqi turned around and waved at him: "Uncle, I know!"

Mo Ye withdrew his gaze and made lotus seed paste and salted egg yolk mooncakes with He Wanqing.

He Wanqing rolled the lotus seed paste into a ball, pressed a dent in the middle with her finger, put the salted egg yolk in, wrapped it up, and rolled it into a ball again.

Her movements were a little clumsy, but she did it very carefully, checking each step several times before moving on to the next.

As she wrapped the mooncakes, she exclaimed with a hint of curiosity, "So this is how mooncakes are made! It's quite interesting."

Mo Ye placed the wrapped mooncake into the mold, pressed it down, and a mooncake was formed with clear patterns and neat edges.

As he worked, he spoke with a hint of reminiscence and amusement in his voice: "When I was a kid, I used to sell mooncakes, and they sold quite well."

He Wanqing tilted her head to look at him, her voice tinged with envy: "Your childhood must have been really interesting."

Mo Ye smiled, his voice tinged with affection: "If you like, I can take you to sell them tomorrow."