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

Tongtong didn't care; as long as there was something delicious to eat, that was all that mattered!

Mo Yunqi also walked in.

He was wearing a dark blue cotton-padded jacket and holding a slingshot, as if he had just come back from playing wildly outside.

When Tongtong saw him, she immediately waved to him, her voice crisp and bright: "Brother Yunqi! Come and eat some chestnuts!"

Then he pointed to He Wanning, "This is my aunt."

Seeing another little brat appear, He Wanning asked, "Your brother?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, and her little tuft of hair swayed along with it.

He Wanning handed over two chestnuts, which Mo Yunqi accepted with a polite and obedient tone: "Thank you, Auntie."

Then the three of them squatted down next to the stove, each holding a hot chestnut in their hands, peeling it, their mouths full of crumbs, and occasionally letting out a satisfied "Mmm~ delicious" exclamation.

As He Wanning peeled chestnuts, looking at the two little heads huddled together beside her, she felt like an elementary school teacher taking care of children.

Jiang Shuya came out of the house and saw He Wanning acting as the leader of the children again. She shook her head helplessly. She was in her mid-twenties and still so childish.

She said, "Auntie will take you to buy toys later."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?"

He Wanning nodded and pulled the last few chestnuts out of the ashes: "Of course they're real."

Jiang Hui had already prepared the chicken and came in carrying the cleaned chicken.

Upon hearing He Wanning's words, she spoke up:

"The shops here don't have much. Tomorrow, Mo Ye will take you to town; we need to buy New Year's goods anyway."

Upon hearing the words "New Year's goods," Tongtong's ears perked up: "Buying New Year's goods?"

Jiang Hui nodded, put the chicken into the pot, and put the lid on.

"That's right, Tongtong, just ask your dad to buy whatever you want."

"Tongtong wants to buy pretty clothes! It's almost Chinese New Year!"

Jiang Hui smiled and patted her little head: "Okay, we'll go buy it tomorrow."

Tongtong sat on the small stool with an expectant look on her face, a chestnut still in her mouth that she hadn't finished chewing.

Standing to the side, looking at Tongtong's expectant expression, He Wanning suddenly felt a little dazed.

She used to love the New Year just like that: new clothes, red envelopes, firecrackers, New Year's Eve dinner, and that feeling of the whole world slowing down, warm and cozy, where there was no rush.

I just don't like it anymore now that I'm older.

Her role has also changed; she has gone from someone who experiences the festive atmosphere of the New Year to someone who creates it.

The evening breeze carried the aroma of food from the kitchen, and lights came on one by one, illuminating the entire courtyard in a warm glow.

Tongtong sat at the dining table, her round little body squirming in the chair, chopsticks dangling in mid-air, her little face full of anticipation: "Daddy, are we going to buy New Year's goods tomorrow?"

Mo Ye picked up a piece of fish and put it in her bowl: "Okay, let's go to the market tomorrow."

No sooner had she finished speaking than He Wanning immediately put down her chopsticks: "Brother-in-law, I want to go too!"

Mo Ye glanced at her and nodded: "We'll go together then."

After finishing their meal and clearing away the dishes, Jiang Shuya leaned back in her chair and looked at everyone: "Want to play mahjong?"

Jiang Hui's eyes lit up: "Sure, there's a mahjong table on the third floor, let's go play for a while."

Tongtong immediately raised her little head, her face full of curiosity and confusion, as she asked in her childish voice, "What's sesame paste? Is it delicious?"

Mo Ye reached out and poked her forehead: "It's not for eating."

Tongtong tilted her head, her little brows furrowing into a small knot: "What's that?"

Mo Ye picked her up from the chair and let her sit in his arms, saying as he walked towards the stairs, "Tongtong will find out soon."

Several people went up to the third floor.

A dark-colored automatic mahjong table was placed by the window, with four chairs neatly arranged around it.

Tongtong was held in Moye's arms, her chubby little hands gripping the edge of the table as she curiously looked at the small green squares, her face full of excitement.

She couldn't help but ask, "How do you play this?"

Mo Ye placed her on the chair next to him and briefly explained the rules to her, such as what Wan, Tiao, Tong are, and what Peng, Gang, and Hu are.

Tongtong listened attentively, her two little eyes unblinking, like a small computer running at high speed, firmly storing every piece of information in her little head.

As soon as Mo Ye finished speaking, she immediately raised her chubby little hand: "I want to play!"

He Wanning sat opposite, looking at the little dumpling: "You want to play?"

Tongtong nodded her little head, her little tuft of hair swaying, and asked in her childish voice, "Do you think Tongtong can't do it?"

He Wanning smiled so hard her eyes crinkled: "Then let's see." She thought to herself: This time we won't lose so badly.

Mo Ye cleared his throat: "What game are we going to play?"

Jiang Shuya thought for a moment and then made her decision: "Let's go with the Red Center Lai Zi."

Mo Ye nodded and played the first two rounds, guiding Tongtong step by step through looking at the cards, drawing cards, and playing cards.

Tongtong watched intently, her eyes fixed on the table, silently memorizing every step.

After two rounds, she had a pretty good grasp of the game.

Then she was lifted into a high chair, her chubby little hands holding mahjong tiles, ready to duel with He Wanning.

Jiang Shuya and Jiang Hui sat opposite each other, watching the little dumpling with great interest, and they couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Shuya twirled the cards, a hint of amusement in her voice: "In the first round, Tongtong will be the dealer."

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously.

He Wanqing and Mo Ye sat on either side of her, watching her play.

Tongtong pointed to the wall of cards, looking up at Mo Ye with her little face: "Daddy, let's start drawing from here."

Mo Ye reached out to help her pick up the cards, his movements slow and deliberate: "Is this the place?"

Tongtong nodded.

Mo Ye placed the mahjong tiles in front of her.

The chubby little hand carefully placed the cards one by one on the table, his movements a little slow, but each card was placed neatly and correctly.

He Wanning looked down at the three red dragons in front of her, her eyes widening instantly. She couldn't help but exclaim in her heart, "Damn, I'm practically the chosen one! Who else can do this?!"

She glanced at Tongtong across from her.

Tongtong was scratching her little head, looking at the row of cards in front of her, her little brows furrowed into a small knot.

She watched for a while, then suddenly tugged at Mo Ye's sleeve and asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, did I win?"

Mo Ye looked down and was stunned. It really was true.

Tongtong's cards were neatly arranged, one set after another, clearly indicating a perfect hand.

He Wanning hadn't even had a chance to enjoy the three red balls in her hands before they were snatched away.

She stared at the row of cards Tongtong had flipped over, completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. She remained frozen for several seconds before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence through clenched teeth:

"I'm probably the first guy to win three red balls and still lose...

There's nothing else I can do.

He Wanning felt that she had been set up by capital.

Tongtong exclaimed "Yay!" and raised her little eyebrows proudly, nodding her chin at He Wanning.

He Wanning felt provoked and took a deep breath: "Hajitong, you just wait!"

The second game started quickly.

After Tongtong finished drawing her cards, she looked down and saw that they were all red.