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

Mo Chashan's voice came from downstairs, full of energy: "Come down quickly, the fireworks are about to start!"

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, like a lamp that had been lit. She jumped off the chair and ran downstairs on her short legs.

Mo Ye called out from behind, "Tongtong, slow down! Don't run!"

Tongtong didn't turn her head, her voice drifting up from downstairs: "Okay!" But she didn't stop walking.

Mo Chashan and He Yanzhou bought a huge pile of fireworks, big and small, which they piled up in the yard like a small mountain.

Standing in front of the firework that was taller than her, Tongtong's mouth formed an "O" shape, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in her childish voice, "It's so big?"

Mo Chashan squatted down, patted her little head, and asked in a voice filled with doting affection and expectation, "Tongtong, do you want to let go?"

Tongtong looked at the huge thing and swallowed hard. "Tongtong wants to let it go."

Mo Chashan nodded, stood up, took her hand, and said in a cheerful voice, "Okay, wait for Tongtong to release it."

Mo Chashan and He Yanzhou moved the fireworks outside and set them up in the open space.

Mo Chashan held Tongtong in his arms, handed her a lighter, pointed to the green fuse at the top of the firework, and said in a gentle and patient voice, "Tongtong, light this green fuse."

Tongtong's chubby little hand gripped the lighter, her fingers trembling slightly. Her little face was tense as she held her breath and pressed it hard. With a "snap," the flame shot up, igniting the fuse, and sparks flew out.

Tongtong excitedly yelled, "Light it!"

Mo Chashan scooped her up and ran, his long legs moving incredibly fast. Tongtong bounced up and down in his arms, but her eyes remained fixed on the firework, and she kept muttering:

"Why haven't you put it on yet?" Mo Chashan laughed. "It'll be ready soon."

"Bang—!"

The first firework exploded in the night sky, golden in color, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Then, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds rang out, and one after another, flowers bloomed on the sky, turning the entire night sky into a flowing oil painting.

Tongtong stretched out her chubby little hands, as if trying to grab the fireworks, her little mouth opening and closing in amazement as she exclaimed "Wow~".

"So beautiful."

After setting off the big fireworks, Mo Ye took out a bunch of sparklers and handed them out to Tong Tong one by one.

Tongtong held one stick in each hand, her two chubby little hands raised high.

Mo Ye lit it for her with a lighter, and golden sparks sizzled out, drawing beautiful arcs in the night sky.

Tongtong waved excitedly, her little face full of joy.

Mo Ye lit a few more and handed them to He Wanqing.

He Wanqing took the sparkler and shook it gently. Sparks danced in the night wind, illuminating the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

......

The next morning, Tongtong went to worship the gods with Jiang Hui, while Mo Chashan took He Yanzhou to his tea factory.

Only Mo Ye, He Wanqing, and He Wanning remained at home.

He Wanning was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone. After a while, she got bored, tossed her phone aside, turned to look at her sister, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and expectation in her voice:

"Sister, take me for a walk! The scenery here is so beautiful, it would be a waste not to go out and explore."

He Wanqing was looking at work messages on her phone when she heard this. She looked up, glanced at her, nodded, and then turned to Mo Ye: "Mo Ye, you come too."

Mo Ye put his phone in his pocket, stood up, and stretched: "Okay."

The country lanes are winding, and the rice paddies on both sides are beginning to turn yellow. The rice ears are heavy and drooping, swaying gently in the wind.

He Wanning walked ahead, looking around at everything, finding everything new and interesting. Occasionally she would stop to take a few photos before quickly catching up.

The three of them strolled around slowly, none of them speaking, but none of them felt bored.

After walking around for a while, Mo Ye checked his phone: "My mom's probably back from worshipping the gods. Let's go home for dinner."

The three people turned around and walked back.

Before even entering the courtyard, I could smell the aroma of food.

Tongtong, with her chubby little hands, ran out of the kitchen clutching a big chicken leg, her face filled with excitement and satisfaction.

She took a bite, her mouth glistening with oil, and when she saw a few people walk in, she quickly ran over, holding up the chicken leg she had bitten off a corner of, and said in her childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, eat chicken leg!"

Mo Ye squatted down and pinched her little face: "Tongtong, eat by yourself."

Tongtong held the chicken leg up to He Wanqing again, her big eyes sparkling.

He Wanqing shook her head, her voice gentle: "Tongtong, eat it yourself."

He Wanning stood to the side and waited for a long time, only to find that the little dumpling had no intention of sharing it with her at all.

She couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with resentment and dissatisfaction: "Hajitong, can't you see your auntie?"

Tongtong stared with her adorable big eyes, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said in her childish voice, "If I give you some, will you eat it?"

He Wanning nodded quickly, her voice both urgent and sincere: "Auntie will definitely eat what Tongtong gives her!"

Tongtong looked down at the chicken leg in her hand, which she had gnawed on and was now riddled with holes, then looked up at her aunt. Her little face was full of slyness and seriousness as she said in her childish voice:

"Since you're eating it, I definitely won't share with you! If you said you didn't want any, Tongtong might have at least said something to you."

He Wanning's lips twitched slightly as she looked at the clever little devil with his big, bright eyes, her voice tinged with a mixture of helplessness and amusement: "Hajitong, is it really necessary to go to such lengths with just one chicken leg?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, her little tuft of hair swaying, and said confidently, "Of course! Big chicken legs are Tongtong's favorite!"

He Wanning reached out and flicked her little head, the force neither too light nor too heavy, her voice filled with both reproach and affection: "Do you think your aunt would want a chicken leg you've already eaten?"

Tongtong grumbled and pouted, replying in a childish voice, "Who knows you? All you do is bully Tongtong all day long."

After she finished speaking, she wrinkled her little nose, grabbed the chicken leg, and ran away.

Jiang Shuya's voice came from inside the house: "Come in and eat!"

The four people went into the house.

Mo Ye carried Tongtong to her little chair. The little girl sat down and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg with her chubby little hands.

Jiang Hui came out carrying a plate of freshly cooked chicken legs. Seeing that Tongtong still had one left in her bowl, she picked up another one and put it in her bowl.

Tongtong looked down at the chicken leg in her bowl, her little eyes wide open, and she quickly sped up her eating, her cheeks munching away rapidly.

Looking at her wolfing down her food, He Wanqing couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with helplessness and worry: "Eat slowly."

Tongtong's mouth was stuffed full, and she mumbled an "Mmm" but didn't slow down at all.

Looking at the little dumpling's "eating is the best" expression, Mo Ye's lips curled up, and his voice was filled with a hint of doting and laughter: "Tongtong still eats the best."

By evening, the group had returned to City S.

As soon as Tongtong entered the house, she collapsed onto the sofa, sprawling out on her back with her short legs draped over the armrests and her little hands on her stomach, looking like a cat melted by the sun.

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of weariness and satisfaction: "So tired~"

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her completely unseemly appearance.