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

Mo Ye was taken aback, looking down at his daughter's raised little hand and her big eyes filled with pure affection.

He had seen too many children hoarding their food, holding it tightly as if afraid someone would take a bite away from them.

But the first thing his little girl thought of was giving it to him.

My heart felt as if it had been gently brushed by the softest feather, a tingling sensation spreading through me, and a surge of emotion instantly filled my chest.

How could his Tongtong be so considerate, so heart-wrenching?

"Tongtong, eat by yourself, Dad will wait a bit..." he said softly, trying to decline.

But Tongtong pouted, her hand holding the spoon stubbornly frozen in mid-air, her big eyes fixed on him with an unwavering insistence: Eat up!

Mo Ye surrendered, bent down, and took his daughter's little hand, "Aww," and ate the sweet treat in one bite.

The rich aroma of coconut milk, the sweetness of mango, the chewy texture of sago, and the slight tartness of pomelo segments melt in your mouth, blending with your daughter's heartfelt sentiments—the taste is simply wonderful.

"Mmm! What Tongtong feeds you is the best food in the world!" He praised without reservation.

Tongtong smiled with satisfaction, her eyes curving into crescents.

But her little "scheme" wasn't over yet. She tilted her head back, pointed her little finger at her fair cheek, and looked on with bright, expectant eyes: "Daddy, a reward~"

Mo Ye understood immediately, smiled, leaned down, and gave her a loud "kiss" in the spot she indicated.

Tongtong was finally satisfied. Holding the bowl, she skipped and hopped toward her next target—her mother.

Although He Wanqing had her back to them, her ears were always perked up, and she heard every sound behind her.

Hearing her daughter approach, her movements as she cut the mango slowed almost imperceptibly.

"Mom~" The same spoon held high, the same clear eyes.

"Mom works hard too, Mom, eat up~"

The subtle frustration He Wanqing felt from being interrupted during her "teaching" vanished instantly upon seeing this spoonful of dessert and her daughter's innocent gaze.

How could she possibly resist this little guy?

She crouched down, gracefully took a bite, and the sweet taste spread across her tongue. She nodded slightly: "Delicious."

Tongtong immediately followed suit, bringing her little face close and tapping her cheek with her fingertips, her meaning couldn't be clearer.

He Wanqing's eyes softened with tenderness as she placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's soft, fragrant face.

Having received double the "reward," Tongtong was as happy as a little mouse that had stolen oil, and ran off happily with the bowl in her hand.

As it ran, it muttered to itself in a soft, childlike voice, as if summarizing some major discovery:

"Mommy and Daddy kissed... Hmm, Mommy will have a little sister and brother soon, Tongtong said so!"

He Wanqing listened to her daughter's cheerful footsteps as they faded into the distance, and slowly stood up.

Unconsciously, her fingertips traced the cheek where her daughter's little finger had just touched, where the soft touch seemed to linger.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the corner of her lips—the sweetness of the mango pomelo sago seemed even richer than before, seeping into her heart in delicate strands.

A bold and absurd idea, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, emerged uncontrollably:

I wonder... what his lips taste like? Will they... be even better than this mango pomelo sago...?

The thought made her cheeks flush and her heartbeat become slightly erratic.

She quickly shook her head, as if trying to dispel this "improper" reverie.

bah bah bah!

He Wanqing, what are you thinking!

To get them drunk directly?

That's so embarrassing!

I'm not the kind of person who would give herself away for money!

She gripped the knife tightly in her hand, refocusing her attention on the mango in front of her, though the blush on her ears lingered for a long time.

Mo Ye naturally heard his daughter's "deafening" prediction, and watched as the little figure climbed onto the sofa, rhythmically stomping her little feet on the edge of the sofa, making a "tap tap" sound.

While she was enjoying her desserts and cartoons, nodding her head and swaying, I could only shake my head and chuckle helplessly and indulgently.

This little guy is precocious for his age.

The next few hours passed in a warm and busy atmosphere.

Just as all the mango pomelo sago desserts were packaged and the crystal-clear bottles were lined up on the counter like works of art, the doorbell rang.

Mo Ye's takeout has arrived.

After the package was signed for, several boxes of different sizes were brought in—the latest graphics card for Pang Siyi.

The custom-made mechanical keyboards for Shen Qing and Wang Jie, and the ten buckets of competition-grade badminton shuttlecocks for Su Qianyue, all signed by He Wanqing and her favorite.

He hadn't forgotten the agreement they made back then.

Gifts for weekend visits to friends, all set.

Mo Ye carefully checked the list to make sure nothing was missing.

He Wanqing watched quietly from the side, her gaze sweeping over those who were clearly trying to please their friends.

I carefully selected the gifts, and then I looked at Mo Ye, who was happily counting them and preparing to surprise his friends tomorrow.

Suddenly, a very faint emotion, one that she herself did not immediately notice, quietly crept into her heart.

It seems... everyone received a gift.

Tongtong has his own unique handmade toys and his own personal mini-fridge.

His friends received gifts that he had carefully chosen to suit their tastes.

And... what about me?

The idea came abruptly, even surprising her.

When has He Wanqing ever cared about these formalities?

She possesses enough material wealth to buy any gift she desires.

But now, looking at those gifts that carried heartfelt sentiments and care, and then comparing them to my own empty hands...

A subtle, indescribable sense of loss, like the thin mist of early winter, silently enveloped her.

It's not so much a feeling of being wronged, but more like a subtle sense of alienation from being excluded from a certain "circle of intimacy".

Of course, she wouldn't ask for it. That would be too low-class and completely out of character for her.

She simply suppressed that inexplicable emotion, turned and walked towards the living room, reminding Tongtong, who was having a great time, in a normal tone:

"Tongtong, you've been watching cartoons for a long time, your eyes need a rest."

But in that instant of turning around, the usual curve of his lips seemed slightly flatter than usual.

The sunlight outside the window was bright, yet a small shadow seemed to fall upon her unspoken thoughts...

...........

Tongtong stood on tiptoe, her little face serious as if she were carrying out an important mission, and invited the small cakes that her father had prepared in advance into her little cart one by one.

Each one is decorated with cream and fruit, small and cute.

"One for Grandpa Chen, one for Uncle Shen Qing, one for Uncle Wang Jie..." she muttered to herself, her delicate white hands carefully arranging the cakes to ensure each one had its own "dedicated seat."

Mo Ye watched his daughter's mature demeanor from the side, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He squatted down, gently pinched Tongtong's soft cheeks, and said with a smile, "Tongtong has been a great help to Dad. Without Tongtong, these gifts wouldn't have been able to be given away."

These words, though exaggerated, immediately made the little guy puff out his chest, his eyes shining like stars.

She proudly raised her chin: "Of course! Tongtong is Daddy's little helper!"

After saying that, she happily pulled Tuantuan, who was passing by, and twirled around in place a few times with her self-created "cha-cha dance steps," her fluffy skirt resembling a blooming little yellow flower.

Tuantuan was so dizzy from being spun around that it meowed and broke free, looking utterly bewildered as if to say, "What's wrong with my little master today?" It then flicked its tail and gracefully walked away...