Rong Ting didn't understand what Song Yuan meant. He didn't know the past between his parents, but he didn't know why, but when he heard his mother speak in such a casual tone, his heart felt a bit uncomfortable. He pursed his lips, hugged her arm, and rubbed his little head against her shoulder. He said in a small voice: "Mother Empress, although Father Emperor may have lied to you and me, Mother Empress, I will never lie to you. I will never lie to you. If there are any secrets, you will be the first one I tell."
Song Yuan came back to her senses. Hearing these childish words, she reached out to touch his face and softly said: "En, then it's a promise!"
In reality, when she found out she was pregnant, she was very repulsed at first. This was because she knew that her and Yung Heng's situation wasn't suitable for having a child. She always felt that a child shouldn't be an accessory to the two of them. At the time, Yung Heng was very happy. Perhaps he thought that the existence of this child would make the Daye Dynasty more stable and also add a layer of insurance to their shaky relationship.
Although she was repulsed, she wouldn't make the decision to make him disappear from this world. The first time she was immersed in the role of a mother was probably when she felt the fetal movement. In ancient times, there were no prenatal examinations. She was very afraid and would sometimes let her imagination run wild. Especially in the third trimester, her pubis hurt and her legs cramped. She had a hard time sleeping at night. When she couldn't sleep at night, it was easy for her to think about all sorts of things. She wondered if her child was a Tang child. Would there be any problems? The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became.
Later, she was stupid enough to ask Yung Heng to promise her that whether the child was healthy or not, he would never give up on this child.
She had never been a mother before, but when the child was born, the words that her former colleagues whispered in her ear that she thought she would forget gradually resurfaced in her memory.
Don't eat salt before one year old. Don't eat honey before two years old.
It's best to add rice paste after six months …
"Gugu, there's something I haven't decided if I should tell you." Song Yuan's expression froze. "Because I know that you also have a lot of questions to ask me. I haven't thought of how to answer them yet. You said that you won't lie to Imperial Mother, then Imperial Mother won't lie to you. Give me some time, okay?"
She did not want to hide the fact that she had regained her memory from Rong Ting, but she still needed to think about how to tell him about her and Yung Heng.
She knew that Rong Ting had always been very interested in these matters. She also could not use the words "This is an adult's matter, it has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to know" to brush him off. How could she bear to do that?
Rong Ting really wanted to ask what it was. He wanted to know immediately, but when he saw the faint worry on his mother's face, he could only swallow his words. He obediently and sensibly nodded. "Okay."
After revealing the biggest secret in his heart, Rong Ting instantly felt relaxed. He really wanted to sleep with his mother, but as a young man, he also had his own burdens. He took the initiative to climb out of bed, put on his slippers, and said goodnight to Song Yuan before running out.
Song Yuan, who had been suffering from insomnia for a few days, did not know why she felt particularly relaxed tonight. After Rong Ting returned to his room, she turned off the lights and soon felt sleepy.
Early the next morning, Song Yuan went to the hospital as usual. She bought tickets after the Lantern Festival. There were not many days left, so she wanted to spend more time with her grandfather before she left.
Just as she drove to the hospital parking lot, her phone rang. It was a call from Yung Heng.
She directly pressed the speaker, and a gentle male voice came from the other end. "It's me. Are you home today? I want to accompany Rong Ting. "
The last sentence seemed to be added at the last minute, and Song Yuan did not think much of it. Both her expression and voice were very calm. "I'm not home, but Rong Ting is. You can go and take care of him."
Yung Heng: "You're not home?"
"Yes, I have something to do. I might not be home until the afternoon. If you want to accompany Rong Ting, you can go directly. He's home. If you want to take him out to eat, remember not to eat spicy food. He ate spicy food last time and got heaty. "
"Okay." Yung Heng really wanted to ask where she was, but he restrained himself.
Song Yuan picked up her bag and got out of the car. As she closed the car door, she said to the person on the phone, "Okay, I'll talk to you later. I still have something to do here. "
Yung Heng grunted.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuan walked towards the elevator.
***
Yung Heng still wanted to show off in front of Song Yuan. After arriving at the Song family's house, he took the initiative to ask Rong Ting to take him to the supermarket to buy groceries. Although his tone was calm, it was mixed with confidence. "Your mother said it's best not to eat out, so I'll cook for you today."
Rong Ting looked at him in astonishment. He thought that there was something wrong with his ears. His big round eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Let's go." Yung Heng asked Sun Qiming to find him a recipe. He glanced at it and found that it was not very difficult. Since he was young, he learned everything quickly. It was just cooking, so it should not be difficult for him.
Rong Ting silently changed into snow boots, put on a hat, and followed his father out.
The father and son had nothing to talk about. At first, Yung Heng would still pretend in front of Rong Ting. Now that he guessed that this kid had seen through him, he was too lazy to continue pretending.
On the way to the supermarket, many people were buying New Year's gifts. It was very lively.
Yung Heng imitated the others and pushed a shopping cart over. He even asked Rong Ting with interest, "Do you want to sit?"
Rong Ting hurriedly shook his head and looked vigilant. "No, I can walk by myself."
Father said that he was going to cook …
Rong Ting subconsciously covered his stomach. He did not seem to have instant noodles at home. Should he buy a bowl of instant noodles when father was not paying attention?
Both father and son had outstanding temperaments, especially Yung Heng's white hair. He would be the center of attention if he walked in a crowd.
Fortunately, both of them had good mental fortitude. They were able to maintain their composure when others looked at them intentionally or unintentionally.
"I heard from your mother that you like to eat chicken wings." Yung Heng walked around and finally looked at the fresh section. "Let's go buy some chicken wings."
Rong Ting silently followed behind him to the fresh section. He saw his father looking at the chicken wings piled on ice with a serious expression. After a long time, he saw that his father had no intention of choosing a chicken wing. He could not help but remind him, "Mother always takes a plastic bag, then uses the tongs to put the chicken wings into the bag. Finally, she goes over there to weigh them."
… So that's how it is.
Yung Heng did not want to lose face in front of his son, so he calmly said, "I was just thinking about buying a few chicken wings."
After saying this, Yung Heng pulled a plastic bag over there, picked up the tongs, and clumsily began to choose the chicken wings.
He had never bought groceries or cooked before, so he didn't know how to choose. He randomly picked up a few chicken wings and frowned. He felt that the smell here was not good, so he quickly went to the weighing station and let out a sigh of relief.
Rong Ting did not have any expectations for today's lunch.
"Your mother likes to eat vegetables. Let's go buy some vegetables. "
"Imperial Father …" Seeing his father in high spirits, Rong Ting finally could not help but say, "That shouldn't be vegetables. It should be spring onions."
Could it be that Imperial Father did not even know what spring onions were?
Yung Heng's face stiffened. "Is that so?"
"Yes."
In fact, Rong Ting did not recognize these things at first. He often came to the supermarket, and Song Yuan liked to teach him all kinds of science. Even though he was young, he already knew a lot of common knowledge about grocery shopping.
Even the simplest part of grocery shopping was very difficult for this pair of father and son.
After buying the chicken wings and a bag of cabbage, Yung Heng took Rong Ting to the fresh section again. This time, they were going to buy fish. Buying fish was much easier. They directly told the chef what kind of fish they wanted and how heavy they should be. The chef would pick one and weigh it. If the price was satisfactory, the chef would start to kill the fish.
"What kind of fish do you usually eat?" Yung Heng lowered his head and asked his son.
"We eat sea bass more often. We also eat mandarin fish occasionally."
Yung Heng thought for a while, then said to the chef, "I want a sea bass. It's enough for a family of three."
The chef was very enthusiastic. "Okay!"
When he heard his father say "a family of three", the little picky Rong Ting wanted to correct him. However, when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he felt that it was inappropriate to refute his father in public. He could only silently endure it.
While the chef was killing the fish, Rong Ting secretly and skillfully went to the snack section. He found the instant noodles shelf and casually took a bowl of instant noodles.
There were many people in the supermarket today. Yung Heng pushed the shopping cart and brought Rong Ting behind the long queue.
Rong Ting originally thought that going to the supermarket with his father was a very novel experience. Now, he thought that going to the supermarket with his mother or grandfather was more enjoyable. His father didn't say anything about bringing him to buy snacks or Yakult. Even his mother, who strictly ordered him to eat less snacks, would still buy him fruits!
This was the first time that Rong Ting felt that going to the supermarket could be a very boring thing to do.
However, even if he was dissatisfied, Rong Ting didn't show it. He looked at the people in the queue and then looked at the self-checkout section. He thought that his father had forgotten, so he reached out his hand and tugged at his father's clothes.
Yung Heng lowered his head to look at his son. He didn't know what his son wanted.
Rong Ting whispered, "Father, there's a self-checkout section. Mother always pays the bill there. It's very convenient and fast. We don't even need to line up."
"…" Yung Heng rarely went to the supermarket. He didn't know much about modern things. He didn't even know how to operate the self-checkout section that his son mentioned. Not only did Rong Ting have the burden of being the crown prince, but Yung Heng also had the burden of being the emperor. Naturally, he didn't want to lose face in front of strangers.
The father and son looked at each other.
In the end, Yung Heng had no choice but to say seriously, "How many words did you practice today? How long did you practice? " quot;
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