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

Tongtong stood on the edge of the field, looking down at the few dark brown bits of dirt on her skirt, then looking up at Chen Dameng's face covered in cow dung. After thinking for a while, she suddenly burst out laughing.

When Mo Yunqi saw her smile, he couldn't help but grin as well.

Chen Shu and Chen Dameng were stunned for two seconds, and then they burst into laughter.

The four little ones squatted on the edge of the field, laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight, none of them thinking about what would happen when they got home.

.......

Mo Ye leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

A new message suddenly popped up in the village group chat. The village chief tagged everyone. He thought it was an announcement about the iron flower performance that night, so he casually clicked on the video.

On the screen, four small figures sneaked into the cowshed, squatted in front of the cow dung pile for a while, then lit the fuse at the same time and ran away.

The image freezes on the moment of the explosion, with dark brown debris raining down from the sky, covering the four people.

The camera zooms in, and Tongtong's little face appears in the center of the frame.

Mo Ye stared at the scene for two seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He nudged He Wanqing, who was about to fall asleep next to him, and held his phone up to her: "Wife, take a look at this video."

He Wanqing kept her eyes closed, her voice tinged with annoyance at being disturbed: "What are you doing...?"

She barely opened one eye and glanced at the screen, seeing several children covered in dung from the explosion. Her lips twitched slightly.

"Whose brat is this? He got covered in cow dung from being fried. His parents will be furious when he gets home." She said, pushing the phone away.

She suddenly felt something was wrong, sat up abruptly, snatched Mo Ye's phone, and dragged the progress bar back twice.

When she saw the small dumpling, her face darkened visibly.

Mo Ye: "The village chief asked the child's parents to come over."

"I..." He Wanqing opened her mouth, then closed it again, shoved the phone back into Mo Ye's hand, leaned back, pulled the blanket over her head, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not going."

Mo Ye looked down at the bulge under the covers: "You're her mother."

"It's like you're not her father."

Mo Ye patted her through the blanket: "Let's go together."

He Wanqing remained silent under the covers for a while before speaking in a muffled voice, "Let's go after lunch."

Mo Ye nodded and lay down as well, and the two of them took another nap.

After getting up at noon, the two dressed and went downstairs. Jiang Hui and Jiang Shuya were sitting on the sofa in the living room, cracking sunflower seeds and laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Tongtong sat on a small stool opposite the coffee table, her hands on her knees, like a little prisoner being interrogated.

Jiang Shuya laughed so hard she dropped the sunflower seeds in her hand, her voice still tinged with amusement: "Tongtong, how did you get covered in cow dung?"

Tongtong blinked her big eyes and said in a clear, crisp voice, "Tongtong is going to fry cow dung."

He Wanqing stood at the top of the stairs, her face expressionless, and asked, "Did you go and blow up the village chief's cow dung?"

Tongtong's face stiffened, thinking to herself, "How did Mom know?" She didn't dare to tell the truth, and just twisted her chubby little hands.

Mo Ye walked over and squatted down in front of Tongtong. "You guys went to blow up things without even checking if there were any security cameras. Your dad threw firecrackers into the principal's toilet back in the day, and the principal didn't even know it was me."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly. "Daddy's so amazing?"

He Wanqing rested her delicate hand on her chest, her tone cool: "You've gotten arrogant, haven't you?"

Mo Ye shrugged: "There's no need to praise something like that."

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation: "So it's all inherited from you!"

Tongtong looked up at Mo Ye with pleading eyes, her little face upturned: "Can I blow up toilets too someday?"

He Wanqing's face turned completely dark. She pointed at Tongtong and said, "If you go and play with firecrackers again, I'll beat your ass to a pulp."

Tongtong shrank back in fright, but her chubby little hands still reached out and lunged at He Wanqing: "Mommy~ Don't hit me, hug me~"

He Wanqing took a step back, looking at the dark brown stains on her daughter's clothes, and resolutely refused: "Don't come any closer, I'm not your mother, I can't hug you."

Tongtong pouted and relentlessly chased after her: "No, I want a hug."

He Wanqing was chased and circled halfway around the sofa, glaring at Mo Ye: "Aren't you going to come help me?!"

Mo Ye sat on the sofa, his hands behind his head, seemingly enjoying the spectacle: "Tongtong is clingy to you."

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation. Just as Tongtong was about to pounce on her, she precisely stopped her daughter's forehead with one hand.

Tongtong, with her short arms and legs, couldn't reach it and stomped her feet in frustration.

He Wanqing looked down at her: "Stop, go take a shower right now."

Tongtong looked down at her filthy clothes and finally nodded: "Okay..."

He Wanqing looked at the traces of cow dung and hesitated, not daring to make a move.

Mo Ye stood up: "I'll do it."

He Wanqing felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately hid behind him. Tongtong pouted and complained as she walked away, "Mommy is mean, she dislikes Tongtong."

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "Don't you even know what kind of mess you've made?"

Tongtong replied confidently, "It's fun!"

He Wanqing followed behind her: "There's something even more fun this afternoon. We'll take you to the village chief's house to apologize later."

Tongtong stopped in her tracks, her little face filled with terror: "The village chief won't sell me off, will he?!"

He Wanqing said calmly, "If the village chief didn't want to eat purple eggs, he wouldn't do such a thing."

Tongtong tilted her head: "What's a purple egg? Is it delicious?"

He Wanqing was completely defeated and waved her hand: "Go take a shower, stop talking so much nonsense."

Tongtong said "Oh" and obediently followed Mo Ye upstairs.

Half an hour later, Mo Ye came downstairs leading a fragrant little dumpling.

Her hair was blown until it was fluffy and soft, and after changing into a clean set of clothes, she transformed back into that fair and tender little glutinous rice ball.

At lunchtime, Mo Weiguo came over. As soon as he entered, he saw his great-granddaughter poking at her rice in her bowl, looking unhappy. He immediately asked with concern, "Tongtong, what's wrong?"

Tongtong raised her head and recounted what had happened. When she got to the part where the village chief asked her to apologize, her voice trailed off.

Mo Weiguo slammed his fist on the table: "That old bastard wouldn't dare!"

Then he took out his phone, made a call, yelled a few words at the other end, and the two had a big argument. After hanging up, his tone changed: "Tongtong doesn't need to go."

Tongtong planted a quick kiss on Mo Weiguo's cheek, her voice crisp and bright: "Great-Grandpa is the best!"

Mo Weiguo smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits: "It's all a small matter."

He Wanqing watched this scene helplessly: "Grandpa, you spoil her too much."

Mo Weiguo waved his hand: "It's enough that Tongtong knows she was wrong, right, Tongtong?"

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

He Wanqing looked down at the little dumpling who was nodding so sincerely, and no matter how she looked at it, she didn't think the little dumpling knew she was wrong.

Mo Ye chimed in from the side, "As long as it doesn't happen a second time."

Tongtong looked up, her eyes sparkling: "Next time, Tongtong will check if there are any security cameras!"

He Wanqing's lips twitched, her voice cool: "Is that the point? You can't play anymore."

Tongtong's little mouth immediately pursed, and her big eyes instantly filled with tears.

He Wanqing had seen through her tricks long ago: "Stop pretending, these are all things your mother has already mastered."

Tongtong's tears instantly dried, but her lips were still pouting, looking both angry and aggrieved.

He Wanqing looked down at her: "You just took a shower. If you dare to throw a tantrum, I'll throw you out."

Tongtong stomped her foot and sat down on the sofa, puffing out her cheeks like a sulking little pufferfish.

Mo Ye walked over and patted her little head: "Okay, Daddy will take you to play something fun."

Mo Ye held Tongtong's hand in one hand and He Wanqing's hand in the other, and walked to the entrance of the small shop at the village entrance.

A group of adults had gathered there, amidst swirling smoke and shouts. A simple wooden table sat on the ground, covered with a cloth printed with patterns of fish, shrimp, crabs, gourds, coins, and frogs.

Tongtong stood on tiptoe and looked around: "There was no one here just now, how come there are so many people~"

Mo Ye lowered his head and explained, "You came too early; everyone is still eating."

Tongtong asked again, "What are they doing?"

Mo Ye lowered his voice: "Gambling."

He Wanqing glared at him from the side: "You brought Tongtong here to gamble?"

Mo Ye: "It's only available during the Lunar New Year."

Mo Ye led Tongtong to the edge of the crowd. Tongtong watched a few rounds on tiptoe, her little brows furrowing more and more tightly, then she tugged at Mo Ye's sleeve: "Daddy, this isn't fair."

Mo Ye feigned surprise and said "Oh," then asked, "Why?"

Tongtong carefully analyzed with her chubby little hands: "If Tongtong bets on six, and three of them come up, Tongtong will lose money~"

Mo Ye squatted down to look her in the eye, his eyes filled with admiration: "Tongtong is amazing, she figured it out right away."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Tongtong, do you want to play?"

"Tongtong wouldn't do something so unprofitable; this kind of thing is only good for fooling kids~"

Several adults around turned their heads, looking at the little one with complicated expressions.

Who is the child?

It was obvious at a glance.