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

In stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere at Mo Ye's breakfast table, where "smoke" and "sweetness" coexisted.

On the other side of the city, in the kitchen of the He family's old house, there was a real smell of burning and a melancholy atmosphere called "the hardships of middle-aged men".

He Yanzhou, chairman of the He Group, is a formidable figure in the business world.

He was wearing a floral apron that was completely out of character for him, and he was looking at the messy frying pan and toaster with a worried expression.

His lower back ached slightly; it was the "medal" left from last night's "hard work" in trying to appease his wife.

At this moment, he was internally ranting:

Don't let me find out which damned bastard showed off his cooking skills in front of his wife.

He even captivated his wife!

It's a shame that at his age, he has to get up early every morning to challenge the kitchen, a field he's never conquered before!

The story begins last night. Jiang Shuya returned from her daughter's house looking sullen, her face clearly saying, "I'm unhappy, come and comfort me, but I won't tell you why."

He Yanzhou tried his best, guessing eight hundred reasons, from "not being able to buy the limited edition bag he wanted" to "losing money playing cards with his best friend," but none of them were correct.

Finally, Jiang Shuya burst out in frustration, accusing him of having no understanding after decades of marriage, whether he had never cared about her, and whether he didn't love her at all...

He Yanzhou felt so wronged at that moment that he could fill the Pacific Ocean: "My dear wife, I'm not a mind reader! How am I supposed to guess if you don't say anything?!"

Fortunately, after a night of indescribable, in-depth communication and patient guidance, he finally broke free from the fact that his wife had been intermittently cooking for her...

"It's probably one of her best friends' husbands again!" He Yanzhou gritted his teeth.

So, in order to prove their "love" and "consideration".

Chairman He could only drag his "injured" back and get up before dawn, determined to prepare a loving breakfast for his wife.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

As he was recalling the loving breakfast his wife had described the night before, a pungent smell of burning food abruptly pulled him back to reality.

"Oh no! The bread!"

He frantically turned off the toaster, but it was too late; the two slices of bread that should have been golden and shiny were gone.

At this moment, they have turned into two dark lumps of "carbon".

Just then, Jiang Shuya, dressed in comfortable loungewear, gracefully descended the stairs.

Seeing that the tableware was already set on the table, an expectant smile appeared on her face:

"Honey, you got up so early to make breakfast today? That's so sweet..."

Before she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the two lumps of "charcoal" and the fried egg in the frying pan, one side charred and the other side dripping with egg liquid.

The smile froze instantly.

The next second, Jiang Shuya's lips trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened:

He Yanzhou!

You really don't love me anymore!

Even making breakfast is done so perfunctorily!

Do you think I'm too old and unattractive?

"They won't even cook me a proper meal!"

He Yanzhou was in a terrible predicament, unable to defend himself.

"Honey, I didn't... I really tried my best!"

This kitchen won't listen to me!

After much coaxing and swearing, promising to take cooking classes to improve his skills, he finally managed to calm his wife down a little before she was about to unleash her "Qiong Yao mode".

Jiang Shuya sniffed, then suddenly blinked, looking at him expectantly:

"Honey, have you noticed anything different about me today?"

He Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat; the alarm bells rang again—another potentially disastrous question was about to be asked!

He immediately became extremely alert, scrutinizing his wife from head to toe, left to right, with eyes like a scanner.

Hairstyle? It looks as elegant as yesterday.

clothing?

Her new loungewear suits her very well.

Makeup?

It seems more refined now...

"Honey, you look especially beautiful today!"

He decided to start with the universal answer.

"What's so pretty about it?" Jiang Shuya pressed, her eyes burning.

"Um... your hairstyle looks even better, it really suits your style!"

Your clothes are a great choice; they make your skin look even whiter!

He Yanzhou diligently searched for words.

"Anything else?" Jiang Shuya was clearly dissatisfied.

He Yanzhou's forehead began to sweat, his gaze sweeping over her face, her eyebrows?

Eye?

Lips?

Everything seems perfect, but where exactly is the difference...?

Seeing his increasingly bewildered expression, Jiang Shuya's eyes gradually dimmed, filled with accusation:

"You really didn't notice! I specially shaped my eyebrows today and drew the latest trendy downward-sloping eyebrows!"

You didn't even notice that!

You don't care about me at all!

She became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, finally unleashing her trump card: "Who's the boss in our family from now on?!"

Upon hearing this, He Yanzhou suddenly realized that this was what was waiting for him!

After going through all this trouble, the ultimate goal is probably still to go to the daughter's place so that it's convenient to see the granddaughter anytime!

Looking at his wife's "pitiful but shifty eyes" expression, he felt both annoyed and amused, and in the end, he could only sigh helplessly and surrender.

Fine, as long as my wife is happy, let her stay for as many days as she wants.

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Meanwhile, Mo Ye had already driven Tongtong to kindergarten.

The car drove smoothly through the morning traffic.

Tongtong sat in the car seat in the back, unusually quiet.

Instead, she lowered her head slightly, her little hands unconsciously tugging at the small pom-poms decorating her dress, looking somewhat preoccupied.

Seeing his daughter's expression in the rearview mirror, Mo Ye understood. He slowed down and spoke gently:

"Tongtong, what's wrong? What are you thinking about? You can tell Daddy."

Tongtong raised her little face, her eyes filled with uncertainty and cautious worry, and her voice was softer than usual:

"dad……

Tongtong yesterday...

They got into a fight...

Will Dad think that Tongtong isn't a good girl anymore?

She paused, then squeezed the little pom-pom even harder, her voice growing softer:

"Tongtong promises... she won't fight again next time... Daddy, please don't dislike Tongtong..."

Hearing her daughter's anxious and aggrieved self-reflection, Mo Ye's heart softened and ached.

He didn't bring it up yesterday because he was afraid of putting pressure on his daughter or making her feel blamed.

It seems the little guy has been struggling with this all along.

He found a temporary parking spot, parked the car steadily, unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around, and looked intently at his daughter in the back seat.

"Tongtong," his voice was gentle yet firm, carrying a reassuring strength:

"Dad has never thought Tongtong was naughty. On the contrary, Dad thinks Tongtong was especially brave and wonderful yesterday."

Tongtong suddenly looked up, her big eyes instantly lighting up: "Really?"

"Really!" Mo Ye nodded firmly, reaching out to gently ruffle her hair.

"Tongtong stood up to protect her good friend, which shows that she is kind and has a strong sense of justice. She is a true little heroine! Dad is proud of you."