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

According to the "guide" he found, confessing your love or kissing when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point symbolizes eternal love and a happy and fulfilling life.

He Wanqing's heart skipped a beat when she saw his solemn "announcement," and then a surge of impulse welled up inside her.

So slow.

She suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed Mo Ye's tie—

Today, he was unusually dressed in a shirt and tie, but now he's become a "hostage."

With a gentle pull.

Caught off guard, Mo Ye leaned forward following the force.

Then, a soft, warm kiss, sweet with the scent of milk tea, landed on his lips.

Mo Ye's eyes widened instantly.

Close at hand were He Wanqing's slightly trembling eyelashes and her captivating, yet shy, appearance when she closed her eyes.

She could feel her hand gripping his tie trembling slightly.

The moment of stunned silence lasted only a second.

Mo Ye immediately closed his eyes and returned the kiss. The instant their lips met, a thought flashed through his mind—

Make a wish!

It is said that if you make a wish while kissing at the highest point of the Ferris wheel, your wish will come true.

He silently and devoutly prayed in his heart: May our family always be together in such happiness.

On the other hand, He Wanqing's mind had actually gone blank after her initial initiative.

It wasn't until she felt his equally naive yet gentle response that she belatedly remembered that legend.

So, in the sweet moments between their lips and teeth, she quietly made the same wish.

May this moment be forever.

May we never be apart.

The elevator car slowly passed the highest point and began to descend.

A few minutes later, their lips parted.

He Wanqing's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, the redness extending all the way to her ears.

She released her grip on his tie, looked away, and pretended to look calmly out the window, but the sound of her rapid heartbeat was almost audible in the small space.

Mo Ye licked his lips, savoring the sensation from just now, and unconsciously whispered:

"Mmm...it's sweet."

Is it the sweetness of the milk tea, or...?

Hearing this, He Wanqing's ears turned even redder. She glared at him reproachfully, her voice barely audible:

"rogue……"

But after she finished speaking, she couldn't help but lick her lips, as if confirming something.

Then, a bold yet shy thought popped into her head uncontrollably, making her face burn even hotter—

Hmm... next time... I'll try sticking out my tongue...

Otherwise... you won't be able to taste the real flavor...

The sedan chair slowly landed, the door opened, and the noisy voices of people outside poured in.

Mo Ye stood up first, extended his hand to her, his smile gentle, a lingering flutter in his eyes:

"Let's go, my...girlfriend."

As He Wanqing stepped off the Ferris wheel, a lingering blush remained on her cheeks.

She kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously twirling the hem of her skirt, her voice much softer than usual:

"What...what do we do next?"

Seeing this rare display of girlishness in her, Mo Ye's heart melted.

He thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Shall we go eat?"

He Wanqing nodded, then looked up at him and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Mo Ye blinked and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll do whatever you say."

He Wanqing pondered for a moment.

She usually frequents high-end restaurants and private eateries, and is not familiar with the food scene for ordinary people.

Since today was their first date, she suddenly wanted to step into his world and taste the flavors he usually liked.

"Hmm~" She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, "Let's go eat what you usually like."

Mo Ye was taken aback: "Are you sure?"

"Of course," He Wanqing nodded, her tone firm.

Twenty minutes later, He Wanqing stood in front of a shop that looked quite old.

The signboard is red and has been around for a few years, with slightly faded edges. Five large characters are written on it in neat regular script: "Handsome Pig Trotter Rice".

He Wanqing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

If she didn't know Mo Ye's character well, she would almost suspect that he was deliberately messing with her—

Taking my girlfriend on our first date to eat braised pork knuckle rice?

Isn't this art style a bit too "simple"?

Mo Ye clearly noticed the fleeting confusion and disbelief in her eyes.

He didn't explain, but just gestured with his chin towards the store, indicating for her to look.

He Wanqing looked in the direction he indicated and instantly understood.

The small shop, though old-fashioned, was exceptionally clean. It was lunchtime, and the place was packed with people, the air thick with the aroma of food.

Even more surprisingly, there was a fairly long queue outside the store, with men, women, young and old, and everyone's face showing anticipation for the delicious food.

Popularity is the best standard for judging food.

Mo Ye took her hand and walked in familiarly, nodding and greeting several familiar faces in line.

"Oh! Little Mo's here!"

An elderly woman wearing an apron, with gray hair but a sprightly demeanor, looked up from behind the cashier.

Upon seeing Mo Ye, his face immediately lit up with a kind smile.

Her voice was loud and clear, carrying the unique enthusiasm of the common people.

"You're not coming with Xiao Wang and Xiao Shen this time?" Grandma Hua said with a smile, her gaze naturally falling on He Wanqing next to Mo Ye.

A hint of surprise and understanding flashed in her eyes, but she asked very politely, "And this gentleman is...?"

Although she had guessed about 70-80% of it, she was afraid of being too forward, so she asked cautiously.

Mo Ye shook He Wanqing's hand and introduced her generously: "Grandma Hua, this is my girlfriend, He Wanqing."

Then, turning to He Wanqing, he said in a gentle voice, "Wanqing, this is Grandma Hua, the owner of this shop. I've been eating here for several years."

He Wanqing immediately gave a polite smile and nodded slightly: "Hello, Grandma Hua, I am Mo Ye's girlfriend, He Wanqing."

There was no deliberate attempt to lower oneself, nor any hint of disdain; the tone was natural and respectful.

Grandma Hua's smile deepened, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out: "Good, good, good! The little girl is so pretty! Just like a movie star on TV!"

She patted Mo Ye on the shoulder, "Xiao Mo is a good kid, down-to-earth, hardworking, and responsible. You have good taste!"

These were genuine compliments, and He Wanqing felt extremely pleased to hear them—hearing others praise Mo Ye made her happier than hearing herself praised directly.

She smiled and replied earnestly, "Grandma Hua, I will treat him well."

Grandma Hua was overjoyed to hear this. She glanced at He Wanqing, then at Mo Ye, who was still a little embarrassed, and gestured to him with her eyes:

The girl has already expressed her feelings, shouldn't you, a grown man, hurry up and reciprocate?

Mo Ye received the signal and quickly spoke up, his tone solemn: "Grandma Hua, I will also treat Wanqing well."

He Wanqing watched from the side and couldn't help but secretly roll her eyes at him—this blockhead, he didn't react until the old lady's eyes were almost cramping from blinking.

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