After taking a few sips, she remembered something and looked up at Ye Wanying, who was busy setting up the tent: "Mommy, are you thirsty?"

"Sweetie, Mommy isn't thirsty."

But Tuanzi still took the water bottle and said, "Mommy, drink this."

Ye Wanying couldn't refuse her son's filial piety, so she took a couple of sips and said, "Okay, Mom isn't thirsty anymore. Can you go play somewhere else? Mom, hurry up and set up the tent so you don't have to sleep on the ground tonight."

Tuanzi then obediently went to the side and stopped bothering Ye Wanying.

Once the tent was set up, at least the mother and child could put a table inside in addition to sleeping.

Tuanzi had been watching this area closely, and when she saw something that looked like a house being built by her mother, she became very excited:

"Wow, Mommy, is this a tent? It looks like our hotel room!"

Unzipping the tent, Ye Wanying looked at her son and asked, "Want to come in and see if it really looks like a brothel?"

"want!"

Tuanzi hopped over from the side, popped her head into the zipper, and discovered that the room was all blue, with transparent windows on both sides.

"Wow, Mommy, this is the hotel room! It's so pretty!"

Blue is a color that boys usually like, and Ye Wanying deliberately found this tent. Sure enough, her son seemed to really like it.

"Then we'll stay here tonight."

Tuanzi nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Actually, it was already getting dark on the mountain at this time. I checked the time; it was past 5 PM. It truly felt like a day on the mountain was equivalent to a thousand years in the world.

Afterwards, the mother and son went to collect some firewood from the surrounding area and set up a fire in the open space outside the tent, also scattering insect repellent powder around it.

Tuanzi stood curiously by the fire, occasionally reaching out to wave her hand.

"Are you planning to roast your chubby hands? Hmm, you can eat them after they're roasted. Hands as chubby as yours must taste delicious."

The little dumpling immediately pulled her hand back in fright: "Mommy, my hands don't taste good, they taste awful, they smell bad!"

Pfft, is this all to avoid his mother eating his hand, and he's ruining his image for all of this?

Ye Wanying chuckled and waved to the guy, "Come here."

Tuanzi was very skeptical, worried that her mother would really roast her, so she didn't move her feet: "No, unless Mommy promises not to eat Tuanzi, then Tuanzi will come over."

Oh, so you've learned to negotiate and set conditions now?

"Why would I eat you? You're not tasty, and you smell bad. I'm a picky mom, okay?"

Tuanzi wanted to cry immediately. She really wanted to be free from the smell, but she didn't dare. What if her mother wanted to eat her again?

You're overthinking it, you drama queen!

Ye Wanying watched her son perform face-changing with great interest; it was hilarious and really funny.

"Mommy, I want to sleep."

Pfft, you're a master of changing the subject! How could you come up with such a lame excuse?

However, this guy didn't take a nap today and followed me up the mountain the whole time, so it's understandable that he got sleepy.

Since no one could see them from inside the tent, they simply took out two quilts from their storage space and laid them down underneath: "Alright, you can sleep now."

Tuanzi then walked over hesitantly, took off her shoes at the tent entrance, and pounced inside, rolling around a few times.

It was my first time sleeping in a tent, and I was quite excited.