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

She is resourceful and knows how to leverage power to protect her family, but she also knows when to stop and leaves the decision-making power to her instead of recklessly making things worse.

"Silly child," Jiang Shuya said gently but firmly, with the protectiveness of an elder, "Tongtong is my granddaughter. It's only natural for you to tell me that she's been bullied!"

We, the Jiang and He families, have always believed that we will not offend others unless they offend us, but if someone bullies us, we will never swallow our anger!

You did the right thing. Next time something like this happens, just tell Auntie, and she'll back you up!

Mo Ye's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and a warm feeling welled up inside him: "Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Shuya looked at him, becoming more and more satisfied. Good-looking, upright, caring, capable (he must be quite something to be praised so much by Lao Zhou), and he could even cook... With each new detail she thought of, the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

Oh my, what good luck my daughter has to find such a treasure!

If Lao Zhou knew, he'd probably be ecstatic!

However, judging from Mo Ye's personality, he's probably quite easygoing and carefree. He'll likely be "conscripted" by his workaholic father and daughter in the future...

Jiang Shuya suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Mo Ye.

The two chatted as they cooked, and the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

Jiang Shuya was knowledgeable and witty, and Mo Ye gradually relaxed, occasionally even joining in with a few words.

Just then, the doorbell rang with the sound of the keypad lock being opened, and He Wanqing hurriedly pushed the door open and walked in.

A hint of worry lingered on her face, clearly indicating that she feared her mother's "overly enthusiastic" behavior might frighten Mo Ye.

"Oh, you're back?" Jiang Shuya was just coming out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steamed lobster with garlic and vermicelli. Seeing her daughter, she raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, "What, afraid I'll eat your husband?"

He Wanqing felt a flush of embarrassment at the blunt teasing. She selectively ignored the words and glanced around the restaurant, where she saw several delicious-looking dishes already laid out on the table.

"Aren't you going to come and help serve the dishes? All you do is eat what's served to you!" Jiang Shuya ordered her daughter without any politeness.

He Wanqing had just taken off her coat when she heard this and paused.

She was actually a little tired, but her mother had spoken...

"Auntie, I can do it. Wanqing has worked hard all day." Mo Ye took off his apron and came out, naturally wanting to take the plate from Jiang Shuya's hand.

"Let her do it!" Jiang Shuya dodged Mo Ye's hand, stuffed the plate into He Wanqing's hand, and then turned to Mo Ye with a loving smile.

"Don't spoil her. If she ever bullies you again, tell Auntie, and Auntie will give her a good spanking!"

Mo Ye: "..." He could only cast a helpless look at He Wanqing.

Holding the lobster, He Wanqing felt that her position in the family was in jeopardy.

Jiang Shuya looked at her daughter's aloof demeanor, then glanced at the gentle and handsome Mo Ye beside her, and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. She muttered to Mo Ye in a low voice, making sure He Wanqing could hear, "Tsk, it's like a toad trying to eat swan meat..."

He Wanqing: "???" She widened her eyes slightly and looked at her own mother—who? Who is the toad?

Before she could even come to a conclusion, Jiang Shuya's words hit her again. She stroked her chin, looked He Wanqing up and down, and continued muttering in a utterly bewildered tone, "...Could it be that she's after you because you're ugly?"

He Wanqing felt a vein throb on her forehead, and a surge of anger mixed with a sense of absurdity welled up in her heart.

She took a deep breath and looked at her mother expressionlessly: "Why don't you just treat him as your son? Should I leave?"

Jiang Shuya actually sighed, her tone regretful: "I wish I could too. Xiao Mo is such a good kid. Anyway, you're not much of a use..."

He Wanqing: "..." She felt as if she had suffered an unprecedented blow, a precise strike from her own mother.

Mo Ye listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter, and seeing He Wanqing's cold face, which looked frustrated but unable to retaliate, he tried his best to suppress his laughter, his shoulders twitching slightly.

To avoid laughing out loud, he quickly made up an excuse: "I... I'm going to check on Tongtong and wake her up for breakfast." After saying that, he turned around and slipped upstairs.

He Wanqing glared at his back, which was clearly trying to suppress a laugh, and was so angry that her teeth itched.

A short while later, Mo Ye came downstairs carrying Tongtong, who was still drowsy and rubbing her eyes.

The little one leaned limply against his shoulder, pouting, and complained in a childish voice, "Daddy... Tongtong is sleepy..."

Mo Ye gently patted her little bottom: "Little sleepyhead, if you sleep any longer you won't be able to sleep tonight. And guess who came to see you?"

Tongtong forced herself to stay awake, turned her little head, and flared her nostrils as if trying to catch any signals in the air. Then her eyes lit up slightly, and she tentatively asked, "Grandma?"

"Tongtong is so smart!" Mo Ye praised with a smile.

"Tongtong, my darling! Grandma's here!" Jiang Shuya's voice came from the restaurant, full of energy.

Tongtong immediately regained her senses and struggled to get down from Mo Ye's arms.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she toddled towards Jiang Shuya with her short legs, like a fledgling bird returning to its nest: "Grandma! Tongtong missed you so much~"

Jiang Shuya's heart melted. She quickly squatted down, hugged the little dumpling who was running towards her, and kissed her soft, milky cheek heavily: "Grandma missed Tongtong so much!"

Holding her granddaughter, Jiang Shuya immediately checked her over carefully, touching her little arms and legs, looking at her face, and only after confirming that there were no injuries did she feel completely relieved.

Tongtong giggled and dodged when her grandmother tickled her, saying, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"Grandma, look if our Tongtong has gained any weight," Jiang Shuya said earnestly. "Our Tongtong is too thin; she needs to eat more!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing, who had just walked over, both looked at Tongtong's round face with a clear double chin and her small, lotus-root-like arms, and fell silent.

Tongtong touched her soft little belly and was also confused: "Tongtong isn't thin..."

Jiang Shuya immediately shifted the blame, glancing at He Wanqing: "It must be because your mother didn't feed you properly! You're cuter when you're a little chubby, our Tongtong needs to be chubby!"

"Really?" Tongtong's eyes lit up.

"Of course! Grandma pinky promises you!" Jiang Shuya extended her little finger.

Tongtong immediately hooked her hook with her finger and shook it vigorously: "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years!"

After snuggling in Jiang Shuya's arms for a while, Tongtong started to fidget and wriggle, looking longingly at Mo Ye—she wanted her dad to hold her.

Jiang Shuya feigned hurt, pouting, "When Tongtong used to visit Grandma, Grandma would hold her for half an hour, but now it's only a few minutes... Does Tongtong not love Grandma anymore?"

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