After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, it was finally their turn.
This was the first time Rong Ting went through the manual checkout line. The small shelves at the checkout counter were filled with small items. He was bored and wanted to see what they were.
Chewing gum. Eh, he had eaten it before. It tasted pretty good and could be used to blow bubbles.
He gathered his courage and took a bottle of fruit-flavored chewing gum and placed it on the checkout counter.
Seeing that his father didn't have any reaction, he lowered his head to see what else he could buy. After a while, he took out a bag of rainbow candies and a silver box. Although it didn't say that it was candy, it should be edible!
Yung Heng also knew that Rong Ting was taking things. He glanced at it and saw that it was all colorful packaging, so he did not take it to heart.
It was better to line up manually. The cashier reported the amount and he paid directly from his wallet. Although it took a long time to line up, it was obviously more convenient this way.
"Keep your receipt."
Yung Heng put the receipt into his coat pocket. Then, he took the shopping bag and left the supermarket with Rong Ting.
Although the supermarket had a lot of heating, there were too many people and the air was not circulating. It made people feel stuffy. After they came out, they felt more comfortable.
The father and son were not in the mood to go shopping and went straight home.
After returning home, Rong Ting found the bowl of instant noodles he took and hid it. He ran to the kitchen and asked: "Father, do you need my help?"
He always felt that his father was not as capable as him in this matter.
Yung Heng shook his head and rolled up his sleeves: "No need."
Although he said that there was no need, Rong Ting was still worried. He moved a small stool and sat in the kitchen to watch. Seeing that his father was about to cook without washing the rice, he quickly reminded: "Father, you have to wash the rice. I see mother washing the rice two or three times before cooking."
"… Oh."
Next, Rong Ting made use of every opportunity to carefully teach Yung Heng how to turn on the gas stove and the range hood. This made Rong Ting feel very hopeless. Although he didn't really like eating out in restaurants, in the face of this situation, he really wanted to say, "Father, why don't we eat out?"
It was just that he didn't dare to say it, because his imperial father seemed to be very persistent and serious about this matter. Now, he could only rejoice, rejoice that the condiments in the kitchen were all labeled. His imperial father probably wouldn't mistake white sugar for salt, nor would he mistake vinegar for soy sauce.
Although Yung Heng had no cooking experience, he was a smart person. He looked at the recipe sent to him by Sun Qiming. The steps were very detailed. He went through them a few times in his mind and was ready to start.
Originally, Rong Ting didn't have much hope or expectation for this lunch, but as he looked at it, he found that … he could look forward to it a little.
The person Rong Ting worshipped the most was his imperial father. Although after coming to this era, he had doubts and guesses about what kind of person his imperial father was, this didn't affect his feelings of reverence.
Originally, Rong Ting felt a lot more relaxed after he told his imperial father about the doubts and secrets in his heart yesterday. However, now that he saw his imperial father seriously cooking, he couldn't help but think that the answer he heard from his imperial mother was just his imperial mother's guess. Should he ask his imperial father personally? He just wanted to ask his imperial father why he pretended to lose his memory and why he lied …
He didn't know whether he should ask or not, so he simply walked out of the kitchen and went straight to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and quietly dialed his imperial mother's number.
His imperial mother said that if he couldn't make up his mind, he could ask her.
In the hospital, Grandpa Song kept saying that he wanted to drink something sweet. After asking for the doctor's advice, Song Yuan went to the vending machine on the first floor of the inpatient department. Before she could put money in, her phone rang. She took the phone out of her pocket. When she saw that the caller ID was from little cutie Gugu, she subconsciously smiled. She picked up the phone and unconsciously, her voice became much gentler. "Gugu, what's up?"
"Imperial mother …" Rong Ting covered the phone and lowered his voice. "I want to ask my imperial father why he pretended to lose his memory and why he lied. Imperial mother, can I ask him?"
Song Yuan knew that her son was a very serious person. If he was confused about something, he would definitely find the answer.
Although she didn't want her relationship with Yung Heng to affect him and didn't want him to know about these things, she wouldn't stop him if he really wanted to find the answer. After a moment of silence, she softly said, "If you really want to ask, then ask. He's your father, so you two should have a very close relationship. "
"Then will my imperial father blame me? Will he scold me? "Rong Ting asked her with uncertainty.
"Has he ever scolded you?" Song Yuan asked him back.
Rong Ting shook his head and realized that he was talking on the phone. He hurriedly replied, "No, my imperial father is only strict with me. I don't think he has ever scolded me."
"If you want to ask, then ask. If he scolds you or blames you, then tell me."
When Rong Ting heard this, he wasn't afraid anymore!
That's right, it's different from before! Before, when he was in the palace, his imperial mother wasn't there. Now, his imperial mother was by his side. He had a mother.
"Okay! I'll ask my imperial father later! "
"Okay."
Rong Ting kept delaying saying "later". When the dishes were finally ready and placed on the table, it was already past one o 'clock. His stomach was already rumbling with hunger, so he wanted to talk about it after eating.
In fact, strictly following the steps of a recipe to cook, even if one wanted to make it taste bad, it was still a skill.
Yung Heng was a perfectionist, so it was impossible for him to make terrible dishes. He followed every step of the recipe. In the end, the braised chicken wings tasted okay, and the steamed sea bass didn't require any skills. Rong Ting also forgot the bowl of instant noodles he bought from the supermarket in the corner. After eating, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel and looked satisfied. It wasn't that his imperial father's cooking skills were very good. He was still far from his imperial mother's cooking skills. He just felt that … his life was a little complete. After eating his imperial mother's cooking, he also ate his imperial father's cooking. It was indeed something to be happy about.
When Yung Heng cleaned up the dishes, he looked at his son and felt some regret. If he was over ten years old, he would be able to do this kind of thing.
Although there was a dishwasher, Yung Heng didn't know how to operate it. He could only roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes himself.
It was the first time in his life that he had to cook and wash the dishes.
Rong Heng smiled helplessly and self-deprecatingly. He was proud in his bones. It was just that many things that he thought he would rather die than do in the past had become things that he really wanted to do in the past few years after losing her. For example, taking care of her like a normal man, or taking the initiative to lower his head to her.
Rong Ting had the habit of taking an afternoon nap, but today, only he and his imperial father were present, so he didn't dare to take an afternoon nap. He held the history of the Ming Dynasty and sat on the sofa, flipping through it.
"You can read these books carefully and learn some lessons from them." Yung Heng sat down beside him and said in a deep voice, "A dynasty will rise and fall. There are many things that don't need to be forced. For example, in the Daye Dynasty, after a few decades, a muddle-headed emperor would appear. After the people had no way to make a living, someone would come and overthrow him."
"Imperial Father!" Rong Ting didn't expect his imperial father to say such words.
"Don't be surprised. As the heir to the throne, you only need to promise two things. First, you will be a good emperor after inheriting the throne. Second, you will choose a wise successor. It's already very good for many people to be able to do these two things, but I hope that you can do both. "
Rong Ting held the book and didn't understand what his imperial father meant.
He was silent for a while, then he gathered his courage and turned his head to ask Yung Heng, "Imperial Father, I have something that I can't figure out. Can you answer me?"
"What is it?" Yung Heng was casually flipping through the newspaper.
"Imperial Father, do you really not remember anything?"
Yung Heng wasn't surprised by this question. He knew his son well, so he whispered, "Why do you ask?"
"I don't think you lost your memory." Rong Ting stared at him, "I always felt that something was wrong until you sent the plum blossoms to Imperial Mother. I don't think it was a coincidence. Imperial Father, I tested you without your permission yesterday. Your reaction when you saw the Guanyin jade pendant has already proved that you didn't forget. I just can't figure out why you did this. Why did you lie? "
Yung Heng was silent for a while, then he said, "You told her."
"Yes, I told Imperial Mother yesterday. Imperial Mother told me that there are several kinds of lies. I don't know which kind you are, and I can't figure out your intentions."
Yung Heng's expression changed slightly, "What else did she say?"
Rong Ting thought for a while, then he tilted his head and replied, "Imperial Mother said that you have fulfilled your responsibilities as a father and emperor. Perhaps you have your own considerations. Imperial Mother didn't seem surprised. I asked her, she said …"
"What did she say?" Yung Heng's previous calmness was swept away, and he even became a little nervous.
"Imperial Mother said that she is used to it." Rong Ting didn't understand, then he muttered to himself, "Does Maternal Grandfather often lie to Imperial Mother?"
Yung Heng was shocked.
Yes, he thought that something was wrong with her because of Rong Ting, and that Rong Ting said something to her. Now that he thought about it, he was very wrong. Because of his arrogance, he even missed the best opportunity to explain.
Even though he was very surprised now, and his heart was panicking, he forced himself to calm down.
His son was still waiting for him to answer.
Yung Heng's gaze fell on his hands. He wanted to use all his strength to grab the person he wanted to grab. These hands, could he still grab her again?
"Imperial Father …" Rong Ting saw that he didn't say anything, so he softly called out to him.
Yung Heng came back to his senses, and he recovered his previous calm expression. There was even a helpless smile on his face. He said in a deep voice, "As long as you are alive, you will always encounter things that make you unable to control yourself. I lied to you, lied to your Imperial Mother, and I did it after careful consideration. Perhaps you will understand it soon, but I hope that you will never understand that I was unable to control myself. "
"The person who painstakingly told the lie is actually very afraid, afraid that one wrong step will lead to another."
"Rong Ting, it's not that I don't want to be honest, it's that I have no choice."
Rong Ting's expression was blank. With his current experience, he couldn't understand these words, just like how he couldn't understand Imperial Mother's words.
Yung Heng reached out his hand, hesitated for a moment, but still patted Rong Ting's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Imperial Father hopes that you can become a fearless and unyielding ruler in the future, and not be like me." quot;
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