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

He Wanqing walked to the fruit section and picked out the golden, ripe mangoes, the plump and juicy red pomelos, and the crystal-clear grapefruit flesh with a clear purpose.

I also went to the refrigerator and got coconut milk and sago, and even found the crispy boba for making drinks.

She had looked up the recipes in advance and was extremely efficient when shopping. The subtle atmosphere brought about by the little episode earlier was gradually replaced by the sense of fulfillment from the shopping.

Tongtong was quickly attracted by the colorful fruits, forgetting her unpleasantness about the potato chips, and helped her mother hand over the bag.

Mo Ye pushed the cart, which gradually filled with healthy and delicious ingredients.

After the three finished shopping, they pushed their fully loaded shopping carts toward the checkout counter.

Under the bright lights of the supermarket, people come and go in the aisles between the shelves, filled with the leisure and noise unique to the weekend.

Just then, Mo Ye, who was pushing the cart, paused slightly and his gaze fell on an inconspicuous corner of the home appliance section.

There were several mini-fridges on display, with round and cute shapes, fresh colors, and just the right capacity to store children's snacks and fruits.

The image of Tongtong standing on tiptoe, gazing longingly at the tall refrigerator, her face filled with a sense of grievance as she couldn't reach the small cake, flashed through his mind late that night.

A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

"Tongtong," he stopped and waved to his daughter, who was clinging to the edge of the shopping cart and peering out curiously.

"Daddy?" Tongtong looked up at her.

Mo Ye gestured for her to look in that direction, then took her soft little hand in his.

"Come on, Daddy will show you something good."

"What is it?" Tongtong's curiosity was immediately piqued, and she took short steps to try to keep up with her father.

Mo Ye was tall and had long legs, so he walked far away in just a few steps, and Tong Tong almost had to run behind him.

A child's voice, filled with eagerness, cried out, "Daddy! Wait for Tongtong!"

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Ye immediately slowed down and turned around to patiently wait for his daughter to hop and skip after him.

He Wanqing, pushing the stroller behind, watched the tacit little interaction between the father and daughter.

Just as she was feeling warm inside, she saw Mo Ye stop in front of a row of mini-fridges and couldn't help but wonder—what was he thinking about now?

Mo Ye squatted down, pointed to one of the milky-white miniature refrigerators with cartoon cat stickers, and asked Tongtong gently:

"Tongtong, look, do you like this? From now on, you can put your own little cakes and puddings in here, and you can get them whenever you want to eat them."

Tongtong's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, bursting with immense joy.

Looking at the cute and exquisite little refrigerator that only reached her chest, she felt as if she were seeing her own treasure trove!

She immediately reached out her chubby little hand and carefully touched the smooth refrigerator door.

Looking back at the tall, imposing refrigerator in the distance, the little boy quickly made comparisons and imagined the scene.

"Tongtong wants it!" She clapped her hands, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.

"Daddy! Tongtong wants this! That way, Tongtong will have her own refrigerator!"

Seeing her face flushed with excitement, Mo Ye smiled even more and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, we'll buy this one."

He stood up, easily lifted the mini-fridge off the display shelf, and placed it steadily into the shopping cart.

The milky white mini-fridge stood out as particularly cute and eye-catching among a pile of food and daily necessities.

He Wanqing pushed the cart closer and looked at the "big item" that had appeared in the shopping cart.

Then look at the daughter hugging her father's neck, happily rubbing against him.

Looking at Mo Ye's gentle profile, which seemed to say "everything is worth it as long as my daughter is happy," a bittersweet feeling began to well up inside her again.

It's true... he's always there for Tongtong, and he's incredibly considerate in every little detail.

They even remembered the little thing that their child couldn't reach the refrigerator, so they bought a small one.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them. Why had she never seen him... care about her this much before?

She hadn't even sent a bouquet of flowers... The thought struck her as somewhat childish and amusing, yet the subtle feeling of being "out of favor" was undeniably real.

She gently bit her lower lip, mentally labeling the man grinning foolishly at his daughter as a biased jerk.

Back at the villa in Qingzhu Garden, Tongtong temporarily forgot about her new toys, her mind only on her little refrigerator.

As soon as she entered, without even having time to change her shoes properly, she grabbed Mo Ye's trouser leg, looked up at him with her little face, and pleaded eagerly:

"Daddy! Daddy! Quickly plug in the power to Tongtong's little refrigerator!"

"Okay, okay, don't rush." ​​Mo Ye smiled indulgently, moved the small refrigerator to a safe and convenient corner of the kitchen for Tongtong to use, and plugged it in.

A slight running sound was heard, and the indicator light lit up with a soft green light.

"Yay! I did it!" Tongtong cheered, eagerly opening the freezer compartment of the large refrigerator and standing on tiptoe.

She carefully took out two of her favorite strawberry-flavored mini ice creams and solemnly placed them in the freezer compartment of her small refrigerator.

After putting it away, she solemnly patted the door of the mini-fridge and gave a childish, innocuous instruction:

"My little ice cream babies, you have to stay inside and behave well. Tongtong will come to see you again tomorrow~"

Then, she took out the fresh blueberries that Mo Ye had just bought that day from the refrigerator.

He opened the refrigerator's crisper drawer, put a small box inside, and nodded with satisfaction: "Blueberries, come in too, it's cool here!"

Mo Ye stood aside, smiling as she watched her daughter's heartwarming "check-in ceremony," which she had directed and acted in herself.

He knew that Tongtong loved ice cream, so every time he went to the supermarket, he would bring back two large boxes of different flavors, filling the freezer compartment of the large refrigerator at home to the brim.

Blueberries, being good for the eyes and sweet, are a staple in his household, and he always buys two boxes of the freshest ones every time he goes shopping.

He Wanqing was not entirely unaware of Mo Ye's "cramming" style of pampering.

She had also frowned as she looked at the freezer filled with ice cream, and had "strictly controlled" Mo Ye:

Tongtong is only allowed to eat one ice cream a day, and it must be eaten at least one hour after a meal.

That's why we were at the kindergarten gate before.

Even though Tongtong was craving it, she didn't eat a second ice cream—her daily "quota" had already been used up with her father's "help".

However, rules are rigid, but people are flexible.

Mo Ye would always "secretly" test the limits of He Wanqing's tacit approval, for example, during a game session one afternoon:

"Unintentionally" give Tongtong half an extra ice cream, or make the ice cream smaller and add more fruit.

He Wanqing wasn't completely unaware, but as long as it wasn't excessive, she usually turned a blind eye.

The warmth of a family sometimes lies hidden in these small "rules" and tacit "indulgence".

At this moment, Tongtong settled her "treasure," took two steps back, put her little hands behind her back, and looked at the two refrigerators, one large and one small, side by side with satisfaction.

The large ones are steady and substantial; the small ones are delicate and cute, each a sweet territory exclusively for her.

She turned her head, her big eyes sparkling as she looked at her parents, and said in a clear voice:

"Mom and Dad, look! The big refrigerator has its own little one now! That's great! The big refrigerator won't be lonely anymore!"

Mo Ye was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to ruffle his daughter's hair.

He chuckled and said, "The mini-fridge is just like Tongtong."

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