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

He Wanqing was momentarily speechless at her daughter's unexpected remark. She took a deep breath and tried to reason with her: "Tongtong, you're all grown up now. You need to learn to eat by yourself..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tongtong looked at the rice bowl that her father hadn't even touched yet. In her little heart, the pity for her father instantly overwhelmed the enjoyment of being fed.

As if she had made a huge decision, she grabbed the chicken leg from the bowl with her little oily hands and said in a sweet, soft voice, "I know~ Daddy, eat first! Tongtong can do it herself!"

Mo Ye was somewhat surprised, but also very pleased: "Our Tongtong is so great, she's already being considerate of her dad."

"Mmm! Tongtong is so amazing!" The little guy nodded vigorously, then reached out his chubby little hand, tried to grab the chicken leg in the bowl, and started to "gnaw" on it seriously.

Her shiny little mouth, chubby cheeks, and that earnest yet satisfied little face are more captivating than any other picture.

Mo Ye was relieved and began to enjoy his slightly late dinner.

After the meal, Mo Ye carefully wiped Tongtong's dirty face before getting up to prepare to clear the dishes.

"Let me do it," He Wanqing's voice rang out. She had already stood up and naturally took the plate from his hand. "You've worked hard cooking."

Mo Ye was somewhat surprised, but did not refuse, nodding: "Okay."

He turned around, picked up the mop again, and began cleaning the floor.

Seeing her parents busy, Tongtong felt she couldn't fall behind, so she immediately ran to the bathroom, brought over her little stool, stood on tiptoe, and tried to reach the dishcloth hanging on the shelf.

He Wanqing was washing the dishes when she saw her daughter struggling in the reflection of the kitchen window. She shook the water off her hands, went over, and easily took the dishes from her daughter's hands, asking softly, "What does Tongtong need this for?"

The little one tilted her head back, a proud expression on her face saying, "I'm an important member of the family too!" "Tongtong wants to help with chores too!"

Looking at her daughter's enthusiastic face, He Wanqing couldn't help but bend down and gently give her a thumbs up: "Tongtong is so great, she knows how to help her parents."

Being praised by her mother made Tongtong a little embarrassed. Her face flushed slightly, and she said shyly, "Tongtong... Tongtong isn't that great..."

He Wanqing: "..."

Tongtong took the dishcloth her mother had wrung out, deftly took off her soft-soled cat shoes, and climbed onto the dining chair using both hands and feet to begin wiping the table carefully.

Unfortunately, he's too small and his arms are too short to reach the middle area.

Undeterred, she strained to stand on her tiptoes, her face turning bright red from the effort, like a ripe little apple, her chubby cheeks scrunched up, all the while making her own noises: "Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

Mo Ye, who had just finished mopping the floor, turned around and saw his daughter's "arduous" work. He felt both sorry for her and amused, so he quickly went over and took the rag from her hand: "Daddy will do the rest. Tongtong has already cleaned it very well, great job!"

Upon receiving her father's affirmation, Tongtong's mood immediately brightened, and she giggled happily. Being able to help made her feel as sweet as if she had drunk honey.

Mo Ye took a rag into the kitchen to wash it, and Tongtong, like a happy little tail, followed closely behind him with her short legs, her eager little appearance was particularly endearing.

Looking at the inseparable father and daughter, He Wanqing couldn't help but smile slightly.

She turned and went upstairs to change into comfortable loungewear—she had forgotten to change while eating.

However, when she changed her clothes and walked down the stairs, the scene before her eyes made her freeze in place, as if she had been frozen in place.

In the living room, a large black rabbit was being pulled by the ears by a small pink rabbit, the two furry creatures swaying back and forth.

The pink bunny asked in a sweet, childlike voice, "Daddy~ Can I play with you?"

The large black rabbit spoke in a deliberately low, amused voice: "Tongtong is so bad, why should I play with you?"

The pink bunny wriggled defiantly, "Hey Daddy! Tongtong has talent! Hehehe!"

Then, the two rabbits began an interaction that was unclear in meaning but clearly enjoyable: "Hey Doma Doma!" "Hey Doma Doma Doma!"

Looking at this childlike yet slightly "childish" scene, He Wanqing could only think of two words: unfamiliar.

Is this really her austere and meticulous home?

Tongtong, with her sharp eyes, spotted her mother at the bottom of the stairs. She immediately skipped over, grabbed her hand, and enthusiastically invited, "Mommy! Let's play together! There's a white bunny costume over there!"

Following the direction she pointed, He Wanqing indeed saw a white rabbit onesie pajamas on the sofa.

She looked at the fluffy ears and round tail, then thought about her usual image, pursed her lips, and struggled to maintain her expression: "Mommy... can't play this."

Although Tongtong was a little disappointed, she still nodded sensibly, "Okay~"

The large black rabbit, Mo Ye, noticed He Wanqing when she came downstairs, and now felt a slight burning sensation on his cheeks under the helmet.

He thought she had gone upstairs to handle work, but it turned out she had just changed her clothes. Now his "childish" side had been caught red-handed.

He quickly removed the hood, revealing a slightly flushed face, and tried to change the subject: "Ahem, Tongtong helped Daddy with chores today, you were really great! How about Daddy rewards you with a small cake?"

"Yay!" The allure of delicious food is endless. Tongtong immediately took off her rabbit pajamas, looking like a little candied hawthorn with the skewer removed, or a round potato with two short legs, and followed Mo Ye eagerly towards the refrigerator.

After receiving the small and cute strawberry cake, Tongtong sat on her little sofa and ate it with a satisfied look on her face.

Halfway through her meal, she patted her round little tummy, let out a small burp, looked up at him, and said somewhat shyly, "Daddy~ I can't finish it all~"

Mo Ye wasn't hungry at the moment, and said gently, "It's okay, Daddy will put it in the fridge for you, you can eat it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!" Tongtong nodded vigorously and carefully handed the remaining half of the cake to her father.

.......

"Daddy~" Tongtong rubbed her round little belly, like a lazy kitten, and snuggled up to Mo Ye's legs, tilting her little face up, her big eyes sparkling with expectant starlight. "Tongtong wants to ride in the cat car to go out and play~ Okay?"

Mo Ye, who had just finished cleaning up the kitchen, was thinking that taking a walk after dinner to aid digestion would be a good idea.

He bent down and gently stroked his daughter's delicate nose with his fingertips: "Alright, where would our little princess like to patrol her territory?"

"Mom, come too!" Tongtong immediately turned around and stretched out her little arm toward He Wanqing, who had just come down from the study on the second floor, extending an invitation that could not be refused.

He Wanqing was about to decline, citing unfinished work, when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.