Song Yuan had originally planned to walk around the mall and have lunch here, but after the incident at the dessert station, she felt that it was better to go home and eat!
Fortunately, Rong Ting was cute and handsome. Song Yuan used the reason that the child was too addicted to watching ancient dramas at home every day, and the dessert station's staff looked at Rong Ting with even more love. Even when the mall's cleaning auntie came over with a mop, she was not impatient. The auntie was even worried that Song Yuan would reprimand the child, so she said with a smile, "This child is really good-looking. You two are siblings, right? Actually, young ladies, you should give the child less cold food. It's not good for the stomach."
Rong Ting's face was cold. He wanted to say something, but Song Yuan, who already knew him a little, quickly covered his mouth and apologized to the auntie, "We've really troubled you today. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Song Yuan brought Rong Ting to basement one, where there was a large supermarket. She sighed, "We don't test for poison here, and no one wants to harm me. However, today was indeed my fault. I brought you out before you understood this era, so it's normal that you're not used to it. I'm sorry."
Rong Ting originally saw that Song Yuan did not say anything and thought that she was angry. Now that he saw that she was not angry and apologized to him, he snorted coldly, "It's good that Imperial Mother knows her mistake. However, I still want to say that Imperial Mother cannot be careless. When you return to the palace with me in the future, you must be careful."
He paused. He still had the style of "giving a sweet date after a slap", and his tone was much gentler. "However, Imperial Mother does not need to be too worried. I will protect you."
Song Yuan laughed dryly, "Then I'll thank you in advance."
After this experience, she was sure that this child was indeed from the past. She had read a lot of novels and was usually very imaginative. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to make so many connections from the strange words and actions of a child.
"Do you want to sit?" Song Yuan pointed at the shopping cart.
Coincidentally, there was a little girl beside her who was also being carried by her mother into the shopping cart.
Rong Ting felt that it was very strange, but he did not show it on his face. He just nodded very reservedly.
Song Yuan carried Rong Ting onto the shopping cart. After all, Rong Ting was still a child. At this moment, he was already surprised.
The supermarket was very big. Song Yuan pushed the Rong Ting cart to the fresh section first. "You really don't have the luck to eat. I originally wanted to take you to eat something delicious at noon, but seeing you like this, I guess you'll have to make a scene in the restaurant again."
Rong Ting was about to get angry again. "Are you complaining about being alone?"
"Nope. Don't think too much, okay? " Song Yuan weighed some pork ribs. Generally, children seemed to like sweet and sour pork ribs. In the past, when she stayed at Xie Ya's place, Xie Ya's younger sister liked to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs that she made. Rong Ting was about the same age as Xie Ya's younger sister. His taste should be about the same.
She downloaded a certain kitchen app on her phone. As she pushed the cart, she casually browsed through it and finally decided on today's menu.
Sweet and sour pork ribs were a must. Children generally could not eat too spicy dishes. Then, she would make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Song Yuan also asked the supermarket's chef to pick a sea bass for her. She was going to make steamed sea bass. These three dishes were relatively simple to make and were not that complicated.
The main purpose of going to the supermarket was to buy groceries, but it was definitely not just for groceries.
The greatest pleasure was, of course, buying snacks.
Song Yuan had a body that was easy to lose weight. Her parents were middle-aged, but they still maintained their figures very well. Other than self-discipline and paying attention to their image, it was also because of their strong genes. As their daughter, she had inherited almost all of their good genes. Originally, the two of them were originally good-looking. Their daughter's appearance was as good as seven or eight points. It was also very surprising.
Since she had already determined that the child Gugu was from the past, Song Yuan would not ask him what snacks he wanted to eat. This child was too awkward. If she did not handle it well, he might think that she was laughing at him for being a country bumpkin.
She also had no experience in taking care of children. She went to the freezer and took two rows of Yakult and yogurt.
Of course, Rong Ting did not have time to find trouble at this time. Everything here was unfamiliar to him. For a child who was born in the palace and grew up in the palace, the number of times he left the palace could be counted with one hand. This was a very novel experience. He still remembered his identity and tried hard to control himself not to look around.
"It seems that many children like to eat seaweed." Song Yuan took a bag of seaweed and put it into the shopping cart.
In a short while, the shopping cart was almost full.
Only then did Rong Ting remember an important matter that he had almost overlooked. He asked in disbelief, "Mother, didn't you bring any money?"
Money?
He should be talking about money. Song Yuan changed her meaning and communicated with Rong Ting correctly. "I brought it."
"Then why didn't I see you pay the peddler?" Rong Ting turned his head and saw a man put all the jelly on the shelf into the shopping cart. His attitude was very calm. He could not help but be flabbergasted. "Or is it that in your hometown, Mother, you don't need to pay money to buy things?"
Song Yuan laughed out loud. "You're dreaming. Of course, they collect money. But the person collecting money is at the door. You can only go out after you pay."
Although Rong Ting had an awkward personality, he was raised as the heir to the throne. Occasionally, he would be very modest. "There's actually such a business talent in this world."
Song Yuan: "… …"
Alright! From the perspective of an ancient person, it seemed that modern society was indeed very magical and convenient. Gugu's sighs were not wrong. The supermarket was indeed very convenient.
This supermarket also sold bread. When the salesman saw that Rong Ting was really cute, he wanted to try the new product, seaweed, pork floss, and shellfish, for him.
Rong Ting was on guard. He thought that this person definitely did not know his identity. Otherwise, how would he dare to be so presumptuous? Since he did not know his identity, then this person was being unaccountably solicitous. One must be hiding evil intentions.
Song Yuan saw his expression and knew what he was thinking. He stepped in front of the shop assistant and said with a smile, "My child doesn't like to eat bread. I'll try it for him."
Rong Ting knew that his behavior just now had displeased Mother.
Mother had forgotten everything in the palace. Perhaps it was because she trusted the people here very much.
Mother did not seem to reject others.
Song Yuan tasted a mouthful of the seaweed, pork floss, and sighed. "It tastes very good. There's enough salad dressing. Give me a box."
When the shop assistant happily went to weigh it, Rong Ting sighed softly.
Song Yuan held the shopping cart with both hands. "It's not good to sigh so often at such a young age."
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan with a complicated expression. In the end, he did not say anything.
Song Yuan bought a lot of things. After returning home with Rong Ting, she originally wanted to turn on the television for him. However, on second thought, the child could not withstand the stimulation. It was better to let him slowly adapt to the new society. Thus, she opened a bottle of Yakult for him. "This is quite good. Don't worry, I've tried it for you. It's not poisonous. I'm going to cook now. "
"As a son, how can I let Mother test poison for me?" Rong Ting disagreed.
Song Yuan felt that it was very strange. Were all children in ancient times like this? They felt that they were serious and wanted to shake their heads when they spoke. It was very strange.
"It's almost 12 o 'clock now. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to cook."
Song Yuan's cooking skills could be considered ordinary home-cooked dishes. When she was young, the court awarded her to her mother. Her mother was busy with work and often could not see her. At that time, her mother hired a distant relative to take care of her. The auntie was very responsible, but she only had four days of rest a month. At that time, there was no takeout. She was still in primary school and did not have the courage to eat in a restaurant alone. Sometimes, she would buy some barbecue from the school's snack street. Sometimes, she would fumble around at home. After so many years, the food she cooked did not taste good, but it was not bad either.
Modern society was too convenient. The number of times she cooked was getting less and less, mainly because it was too troublesome.
Buying vegetables was already very troublesome. She still had to wash and cut the vegetables. After eating, she just wanted to lie down and clean the dishes. She was willing to cook today mainly because there was a dishwasher in this new house. Otherwise, she probably would not have the patience.
Rong Ting picked up the bottle of Yakult and looked at it vigilantly. When Song Yuan was not paying attention, he secretly sniffed it.
He could not disappoint his mother's good intentions.
Thinking of this, Rong Ting imitated Song Yuan and took a sniff of the Yakult.
… …
！！！
The taste was very strange!
Let's try another sniff!
Oh, it was barely edible.
Rong Ting thought so in his heart, but his mouth was very honest. After a few sniffs, he finished the small bottle of Yakult.
He followed the sound to the kitchen and saw Song Yuan wearing an apron and cutting vegetables. He was surprised that his mother was cooking for him again.
Thinking of this, the expression on his face became more cheerful, but he still said, "Mother is the mother of the country. You don't have to worry about this."
Song Yuan was cutting tomatoes when she suddenly heard someone speak. She was so scared that she almost cut her hand. She turned around and saw Rong Ting. She said helplessly, "You scared me. I was cutting vegetables."
Rong Ting did not say anything. He probably did not expect her to be scared.
Song Yuan liked to eat spicy food. Looking at the chopped ginger, onions, and garlic, and then looking at the vegetables on the kitchen counter, she could not help but say, "It's really strange. I was so lazy that I actually went to buy vegetables for you. Now, I have to wash vegetables and cut vegetables to cook. It's really inconceivable."
Now that she thought about it, she also felt that she was too kind.
It was fine that she left this unknown child behind, but now she had to cook for him …
This refreshed her understanding of herself.
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan and said matter-of-factly, "What's so strange about this? You are my mother, so you are my mother. It's natural for you to care about me."
Previously, Song Yuan was still immersed in the fact that Rong Ting had transmigrated from the past to the present. Now that she had accepted this setting and listened to him speak, she suddenly understood where the incongruity came from.
He was a child from the past.
He always called her mother.
Song Yuan pointed at herself with the hand holding the kitchen knife in surprise, "Wait! I have a question to ask you. Why did you say that I am your mother? "
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