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

On the food street next to the community park, Tongtong finally managed to get her hands on a grilled chicken wing with a slightly charred skin, thanks to her charming and persistent efforts.

The chicken wings were quite large, almost as tall as her little arm. The little one held them in both hands and ate them happily, quickly getting a layer of shiny sauce around her mouth and even a little on her nose, looking like a little kitten who had successfully stolen a bite.

He Wanqing held a glass of freshly squeezed juice, watching her daughter's unseemly eating, and elegantly rolled her eyes. She then said coolly to Mo Ye, who was trying to wipe Tongtong's face with a wet wipe, "You just spoil her. Spicy and oily food, she'll be fussing for water before bed again."

Mo Ye continued wiping the sauce off Tongtong's nose, his voice tinged with a helpless smile: "Next time, definitely next time."

He really had no resistance to Tongtong's big, wet, longing eyes and her soft, adorable "Daddy's the best~" cries.

I just want to buy all the barbecue stalls.

Tongtong was happily munching on a chicken wing, but her big eyes weren't idle. They darted around and precisely locked onto an ice cream truck with a cute cat sign not far away.

The twinkling lights and the adorable pictures of various ice cream shapes are incredibly tempting.

This is fatal for children.

She knew perfectly well that finding her mother was hopeless.

So she immediately put down the chicken wings, opened her greasy little hands towards Mo Ye, and asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, hug me~"

Mo Ye readily agreed and picked her up.

Tongtong immediately wrapped her little arms around his neck, put her little mouth close to his ear, and whispered sweetly, with a hint of pitifulness, "Daddy~ Tongtong wants to eat that cat-shaped ice cream~ Look, it's shaped like a little cat's paw!"

He Wanqing didn't need to hear clearly; she understood just by looking at her daughter's eyes and the direction she was pointing.

She crossed her arms, her posture elegant yet carrying an undeniable authority: "No. Tongtong, we just finished eating, and we had spicy chicken wings. We can't eat anything cold. Be careful not to get a stomachache."

Tongtong's little face instantly fell, her big eyes quickly filled with tears, and she looked at Moye with a wronged expression, drawing out her words: "Daddy... Tongtong just wants to try a little bit... just a tiny bite..." Anyone who saw her like that would soften their heart.

Mo Ye looked at the little dumpling in his arms who was about to cry, and then glanced at He Wanqing, whose face was cold and indifferent. His heart was in turmoil.

Finally, he blinked, as if he had suddenly thought of a perfect reason, picked up Tongtong and walked towards the ice cream truck, explaining in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "It's okay, it's okay, we're just looking... Besides, the ice cream isn't spicy, and the chicken wings aren't cold..."

He Wanqing: "..." She was speechless for a moment because of this sophistry. When she came to her senses from the absurd logic that "ice cream is not spicy", Mo Ye had already returned with a pink cat paw-shaped ice cream and was carefully placing it into Tongtong's eagerly outstretched hand.

He Wanqing's face darkened completely, her lips pressed into a straight line, and the air pressure around her seemed to drop several degrees.

She watched Tongtong happily licking her ice cream, her voice colder than usual: "Mo Ye, you can't spoil her like this. Sooner or later you'll turn her into a little devil."

Mo Ye was looking down at Tongtong's happy little face when he heard this. He looked up, his eyes clear and calm, even with a hint of self-righteousness in his smile: "She's my daughter, who else would I spoil if not her? As long as she's happy."

"You..." He Wanqing was speechless, unable to find a way to refute him.

Seeing how he took his daughter for granted, a strange and complex undercurrent of unease seeped into her already lingering displeasure, a feeling she herself was unaware of.

She turned her face away, and with a stiff, conciliatory tone, said, "...You can only eat a little; you can finish the rest."

"No problem!" Mo Ye readily agreed.

Tongtong also knew when to stop. She carefully licked the ice cream a few times, and after tasting the sweet and cool flavor, although she was still not satisfied, she obediently held the ice cream to Moye's lips.

Mo Ye took it and finished it off in a few bites.

The three continued their stroll along the perimeter of the park.

He Wanqing's lingering unease hadn't completely dissipated, so she unconsciously quickened her pace and walked ahead.

Behind her, she could faintly hear the father and daughter talking in hushed tones.

"Daddy, Tongtong seems to want to eat a little more..." Tongtong's small, deliberately lowered voice came.

"No, I just promised Mom." Mo Ye's voice sounded very firm.

"Just a little bit, Daddy~ just a tiny lick~" The little guy started using his irresistible charm.

"It really won't work. Tongtong has to keep her word," Mo Ye continued, "righteously and sternly."

He Wanqing listened, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

She suddenly stopped, turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at them with a calm and collected expression.

Her "steadfast" husband, while saying "no," casually scooped a small bite from the half-eaten ice cream and quickly fed it to their daughter, who was looking up at him with eager eyes.

Tongtong immediately took it in her mouth with a "woof," her eyes squinting with happiness.

"Ahem!" He Wanqing cleared her throat.

The father and daughter, who were basking in the joy of their successful "smuggling," froze at the same time.

Mo Ye's hand, holding the spoon, froze in mid-air. He slowly turned his head and met He Wanqing's ambiguous smile, as if she saw through everything.

A chill ran down his spine. In a flash, he twisted his wrist, and the scoop of ice cream curved into his mouth. Then he forced an innocent yet embarrassed smile: "Ha, ha... well, it's hot, it'll melt quickly, can't waste it..."

Seeing his blatant attempt to cover up his embarrassment, and then looking at her daughter's smug expression, He Wanqing's anger had long since dissipated, replaced by a helpless feeling that was both amused and exasperated.

She ultimately said nothing, just kept a straight face, turned around and continued walking forward, leaving behind the words, "Let's go, it's getting late."

Mo Ye and Tong Tong exchanged a glance, both letting out a sigh of relief, yet also feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed at being caught doing something wrong.

Mo Ye finished the rest of the ice cream in a few bites, then picked up the chicken wing bones that Tongtong hadn't finished eating and threw them away. He quickly caught up with He Wanqing.

I got home and finished washing up.

Tongtong, smelling of milk after a bath, was wearing fluffy bunny pajamas and clung to Mo Ye like a koala as he carried her into the master bedroom.

The little one burrowed into the soft blankets, only her head peeking out, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Mo Ye, softly requesting, "Daddy, tell me a bedtime story~ Tongtong wants a new one!"

He Wanqing sat in front of the dressing table doing her evening skincare routine, looking in the mirror at the two figures, one big and one small, beside the bed.

Tongtong, wearing soft bunny pajamas, curled up next to Moye, her big eyes struggling between sleepiness and curiosity, and whispered, "Daddy, keep going! What happened after Sun Wukong kidnapped the seven fairies?"