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

He Wanning: "..."

Her lips twitched slightly as she looked at her sister's possessive expression, as if saying "no one can touch my things," and silently put the orange segment back in her hand.

Okay, your man cut it, it's exclusively for you.

Mo Ye was pouring milk for Tong Tong and didn't notice the exchange of glances between the two sisters.

Seeing that He Wanning put down the orange, he assumed she didn't like it and quickly said:

"There are still some pears at home, do you want them? I'll go wash them for you—"

Before he could finish speaking, He Wanqing had already reached out and pressed him back into his chair, her tone calm but leaving no room for argument:

"She's perfectly capable of handling it herself. Hurry up and eat your breakfast, it'll get cold."

He Wanning quickly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, brother-in-law, don't bother, I can do it myself."

She finally understood—her older sister's possessiveness was extraordinary.

However, seeing He Wanqing's seemingly indifferent yet sweet expression, He Wanning was happy for her too.

After all these years, my sister has finally met someone who makes her willing to let down her guard and show her soft side.

Tongtong was already sitting obediently in her high chair, sipping her milk, her big eyes curiously darting back and forth between the three adults.

Breakfast was finished quickly.

Tongtong wiped her mouth, slid off the chair, and eagerly ran to He Wanning's side, grabbing her hand:

"Auntie, Auntie, when are we leaving?"

He Wanning smiled and ruffled her hair: "Let's go now."

She took Tongtong's little hand and waved to Mo Ye and He Wanqing:

"Sister and brother-in-law, I'm taking Tongtong with me! You two... enjoy your time together!"

She deliberately dragged out the last sentence, winked at He Wanqing, and her eyes were full of mischief—

[This is an opportunity I've created for you, so seize it, sis!]

He Wanqing's ears turned slightly red from this blatant "assistance," but she maintained her cool demeanor, only glancing at her lightly before uttering three words:

"Too much nonsense."

His tone was dismissive, but a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

He Wanning chuckled and led the bouncy Tongtong out the door.

The door closed softly.

The room fell silent instantly, leaving only the two people facing each other in the dining room.

......

As He Wanning carried Tongtong out of the gate of Qingzhuyuan Villa, the fresh air, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, wafted towards them.

Tongtong hugged her aunt's neck, her little head looking curiously left and right, her big, dark eyes full of anticipation.

"Auntie," she asked in a childish voice, her little fingers unconsciously playing with a strand of He Wanning's hair.

"Where are we going to go today?"

He Wanning lowered her voice mysteriously and whispered in her ear, "Auntie is taking you to eat roasted sweet potatoes today."

"Roasted sweet potato!" Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, and she instinctively put her index finger in her mouth, her little face filled with longing.

"Tongtong wants to eat...something fragrant, sweet, and warm..."

He Wanning couldn't help but laugh as she looked at her gluttonous face, and gently pinched her soft cheek.

"Little glutton, the crystal pendant is about to fall out!"

Tongtong was startled, then quickly wiped her mouth with her little hand. Finding it clean, she immediately puffed out her cheeks:

"Auntie, you're so mean! You lied to Tongtong again!"

She paused, then suddenly remembered something, a hint of hesitation flashing in her large eyes:

"Auntie, are we... going to 'steal' sweet potatoes again this time?"

When she said the word "steal," her voice weakened noticeably with guilt.

He Wanning's face darkened, and she corrected him sternly:

"How can that be called 'stealing'? That's called—"

We borrowed it through our own abilities! Once the sweet potatoes grow bigger, they'll produce even more baby sweet potatoes; we call this… an advance payment!

This fallacy was presented with great conviction, but Tongtong clearly wasn't buying it.

She lowered her head, her two little index fingers nervously poking at each other, muttering softly:

"But... I got a spanking from Mom last time... it hurt so much..."

Her little voice was full of grievance, and she subconsciously rubbed her bottom, as if she still vividly remembered the pain of that "bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork".

He Wanning waved her hand dramatically, her spirit soaring:

"This time it's different! This time, your auntie will help you! Even if the sky falls, your auntie will hold it up!"

She took out two pieces of black cloth from her small backpack.

It wasn't an ordinary handkerchief, but a triangular scarf like those worn by masked knights, with thin ribbons sewn to the corners.

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly.

She has absolutely no resistance to this kind of "streetwise" stuff.

From a young age, she watched cartoons and longed for the Robin Hood-like thieves who robbed the rich to help the poor, dreaming of becoming a powerful "big sister".

"Hehehehe..." Tongtong let out a series of ambiguous laughs.

The chubby little hand eagerly grabbed a piece of black cloth.

"Auntie! We want to be the best... um... 'thief'! That way, no one will know it's us!"

He Wanning coughed lightly, attempting to elevate the action:

"What 'thief'? That sounds awful."

We call this – chivalrous thieves.

"Robbing the rich to help the poor, the kind of chivalrous hero."

Tongtong nodded her little head, seemingly understanding but not quite, and then came up with a new word on her own:

"Sweet potato bandits!" (sweet potato = yam)

He Wanning's lips twitched: "...Shut up."

The operation must continue.

The two found a large tree for cover and clumsily covered their faces with a black cloth—

The bandage was too big for Tongtong's small face, and it took several wraps to barely hold it in place, leaving only her big, bright eyes showing.

"Aww—!" Tongtong suddenly lowered her voice, imitating the fierce demeanor of a mountain king in a TV drama, and declared in a cute but fierce way:

"Your bandit king from Tongtong has entered the village!"

She even improvised lines, waving her chubby little hands and demonstrating her famous self-created "Phantom Meow Meow Fist":

"This road is a hole to open! This tree is a hole to plant! If you want to pass through this road—leave the sweet potatoes behind!"

He got so excited while talking that the black cloth covering his face slid off halfway.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!—Stop yelling!" Tongtong exclaimed, quickly covering her face with her chubby little hands. Peeking through her fingers at her aunt, she made sure she hadn't been exposed before letting out a long sigh of relief, "Phew~"

She even made a serious "qi sinking to the dantian" movement, her little belly contracting and expanding, looking both funny and cute.

He Wanning: "..."

She rubbed her forehead, deciding to skip this dramatic performance: "Alright, alright, hero, it's time for us to go 'uphold justice'."

.........