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

"Daddy, look! Bear cookies!"

"Daddy, those rainbow candies are so pretty!"

"Dad! Potato chips! The big bag of them! Tomato flavor!"

Tongtong ran to the snack shelf and pointed to the potato chips with cartoon patterns on them.

Turning back, she looked at Mo Ye with her big, wet, longing eyes, her small mouth pouting as she drew out a soft, sweet voice:

"Daddy~ Tongtong wants to eat this... a big, big bag, tomato flavored..."

Mo Ye barely hesitated; with a swift movement of her long arm, the family-sized bag of potato chips landed smoothly in the shopping cart.

He Wanqing: "..."

She finally understood why Tongtong's tummy seemed to get rounder every time Mo Ye picked the child up from school!

Now I understand why my daughter always says she likes it when her dad picks her up!

She crossed her arms, slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Her voice carried a dangerous calm:

"Do you usually buy her things like this?"

Mo Ye was picking up another bag of cookies that Tongtong had glanced at a few times when he heard this and paused.

She answered slowly, with a hint of matter-of-factness, "Tongtong likes it."

"Just because she likes you doesn't mean you should give her whatever you want?" He Wanqing took a deep breath.

He took the huge bag of potato chips out of the shopping cart, put it back on the shelf, and tried his best to maintain a calm and reasonable tone.

"It's unhealthy for kids to eat too many fried snacks. They're full of additives and can easily cause internal heat. And look at her..."

She reached out and gently pinched Tongtong's chubby, bouncy little face:

"If she keeps eating like this without any restraint, she'll turn into a little round ball. How worried will she be if she can't lose weight later?"

Mo Ye looked at his daughter's pitiful expression as she stared at the potato chips, and hesitated before saying:

"She should be... alright, right? Tongtong is still young, her metabolism is fast..."

"You spoil her too much." He Wanqing straightened up, her tone resolute.

"Other aspects are one thing, but when it comes to food, one must be moderate."

I always thought you spoiled her too much, but now it seems like you're practically indulging her.

As Tongtong listened to her mother's "cold" pronouncement, her little mouth pursed into a wavy line, her eyes began to well up with tears, and she looked pitifully at her father, making a final struggle:

"Daddy...Tongtong wants to eat..."

"Stop." He Wanqing raised her hand, decisively ending the discussion.

"I'll decide what to buy next. You two."

Her gaze swept over Mo Ye and Tong Tong.

"The vote is invalid."

Mo Ye: "..."

Kiritong: "..."

Mo Ye received his daughter's "pleading" look, then looked at He Wanqing's unquestionable cold face.

In the past, he might have backed down. But after spending so much time together...

He gradually figured out He Wanqing's temperament—she appeared to be an iceberg, but inside she wasn't unreasonable; in fact… it excited him even more.

A strange, rebellious spirit, unique to young men, quietly arose.

He stiffened his neck, reached out again, took the bag of potato chips, and put it directly back in the shopping cart. His voice wasn't loud, but he was very insistent.

"I'll eat it, okay? I can eat it."

He Wanqing was amused by his "defying the rules" act, and her red lips curled into a cold smile:

"You eat this? I've never seen you eat this kind of thing before. Why do you suddenly like it now?"

Mo Ye was taken aback by the question, blinked, and answered honestly:

"I don't really like it now either."

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes even more, a dangerous glint in them. She looked him up and down, then suddenly remembered her daughter's coquettish manner.

She tilted her head slightly and, in a deliberately soft tone that was completely out of character for her aloof and glamorous image, said gently, "Let's not buy this, okay?"

This sudden "coquettishness" made Mo Ye freeze, almost dropping what he was holding.

Who can stand this?

He composed himself, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him. He looked at He Wanqing, and just then, it seemed as if he had thought of something.

His gaze fell on He Wanqing's feignedly cold face, paused for a few seconds, and then a knowing, slightly mischievous smile slowly spread across his lips.

He picked up the bag of potato chips, carefully examined the flavors, and slowly began to speak:

"In my family... no one really likes to eat this kind of food. However, I remember once when I was organizing the kitchen cabinets..."

In the innermost corner, there seemed to be a few bags of this brand of potato chips, tomato flavor, almost expired.

He looked up, meeting He Wanqing's slightly uneasy gaze directly, and his smile deepened:

"Tongtong likes it so much, I guess... is it because Mommy actually secretly likes to eat it?"

He Wanqing: "..."

Two faint blushes appeared on her cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That hit the nail on the head. She did indeed crave these crunchy, strongly flavored snacks during her stressful student days.

Later, in order to maintain my figure and health, I forced myself to quit, but occasionally... really only very occasionally.

When extremely tired or depressed, I would secretly buy a small packet, hide away to eat it, and then destroy the evidence.

Those few packages of "evidence" that were close to their expiration date were leftovers from a time when she was feeling down.

How did Mo Ye know?

He even organized the very back of the kitchen cabinets.

Seeing He Wanqing's rare embarrassment and flushed cheeks, Mo Ye's smile deepened, but his tone became even gentler, carrying a hint of negotiation:

"Then buy it. Let Tongtong watch you eat it, don't share any with her."

This satisfies someone's little hobby," he said meaningfully, "and also teaches Tongtong to be moderate, okay?"

This suggestion made He Wanqing blush even more.

How can I let my daughter watch me eat all by myself?

Just thinking about it is... too embarrassing!

This is completely inconsistent with her noble and aloof image!

Upon hearing this, Tongtong's lips trembled even more, her big eyes filled with shock and grievance at being "betrayed," and tears were about to fall.

"Dad...Mom...you're so mean! Waaah..."

He Wanqing looked at her daughter's aggrieved little face, then met Mo Ye's smiling eyes that seemed to see through everything.

My conviction and absolute defense of "healthy eating" inexplicably wavered.

In the end, she seemed to have given up, or perhaps she was trying to hide her panic.

He grabbed the bag of chips from the shopping cart again, turned around, and almost hastily put it back on the shelf in the distance.

"Alright, alright, I'm not buying this." Her voice still trembled slightly, but she tried her best to remain calm.

"Go buy some fruit, we'll need it for making mango pomelo sago tomorrow."

As she spoke, she took Tongtong's little hand, who was still confused and aggrieved, and turned to walk towards the fresh produce section. Her pace was faster than when she came, and her back view seemed to be trying to cover up her grievances.

Mo Ye pushed the cart and followed, looking at his wife's slightly red ear tips and his daughter's puffed-up head, and couldn't help but chuckle.

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