It was still the same sentence. If she wanted to explain these incredible things, she had to prove that Rong Ting's words were true. From another perspective, as long as she could prove that Rong Ting was her son, then all of these things would be true. For example, she had traveled through ancient times, and she was the Empress.
There were two kinds of time travel, physical travel and soul travel.
In view of the various changes that had happened to her body after she woke up, she preferred physical travel.
Modern science was so advanced that it was easy to test paternity.
Thinking that this child might be her son, Song Yuan was more patient with him. Although they had only known each other for one night and one morning, she had a preliminary understanding of his character. He was very sensitive, irritable, awkward, and proud. Doing a paternity test still required the consent of the parties involved, even if one of the parties involved was only a few years old.
Song Yuan pondered for a while, then asked, "Gugu, I really don't know you. It's also possible that I've lost this part of my memory. But before this memory is recovered, do you mind if I use some means to verify whether we are related by blood?"
Rong Ting's eyes were still fixed on the Yakult on the table, "Mother, are you talking about a blood test? I don't mind. "
Well, it seemed right to say that a blood test was a blood test.
"Then I'll contact them. I estimate that the paternity test will be done in two days at the earliest." Song Yuan was more open-minded and was a born optimist, "We'll talk about other things after the results are out. Don't worry about this matter for the next few days."
Rong Ting retracted his gaze and looked at Song Yuan. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with her words, "I'm making Mother upset?"
Song Yuan saw that there was still Yakult on the table, so she took another bottle and handed it to Rong Ting, "Anyone with a child would probably lose their composure. It's possible that their psychological quality would be so bad that they would cry. I'm just upset because my psychological quality is strong enough."
"By the way, do you like to drink this?" Song Yuan also opened a bottle of Yakult and drank, "This thing is quite delicious, but I've seen it on the Internet before. This is sugar water. Children will be picky when they drink too much."
She also liked to drink Yakult, and she could drink one bottle at a time. If it wasn't for the anti-sugar effect, these two Yakult planks wouldn't have been used in Gugu.
Rong Ting originally wanted to put down the Yakult, but his body was honest. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'm just thirsty, I don't like it."
Imperial Father had said that the Crown Prince could not reveal his preferences to outsiders.
Hmm!
This kid! She had clearly taken a sip of Yakult and was so satisfied that she narrowed her eyes, yet she still said that she didn't like it.
Children in ancient times were too awkward! If this was really her son … then he, he would definitely look more like that old cucumber. She had been very honest since she was young. When her father found a new auntie and asked her if she liked the new auntie, she would honestly say that she didn't like the new auntie because the new auntie's fragrance was too strong and her nose felt uncomfortable.
Song Yuan ignored him. This child was so awkward that he couldn't be spoiled. She got up to clean up the dishes on the table and put the pots and pans into the dishwasher. After doing all this, she stretched and thanked modern society for freeing her hands.
She had to take an afternoon nap almost every day in the office. Now that she was on vacation at home, she wanted to lie in bed and play with her phone every minute after eating. However, there was still a child at home, so she had to settle him down first before surfing the Internet. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that her Internet addiction had gotten worse during this period of time. If she had really transmigrated to ancient times, then she could be forgiven and understood. She had lost her phone and computer and regained it. She was already very restrained by not spending 24 hours a day online.
"Gugu, do you take an afternoon nap?"
"In Imperial Mother's heart, I'm actually so lazy?"
Song Yuan: "…"
Taking an afternoon nap was lazy? That old cucumber in ancient times was too strict when it came to raising children. She gave him a bad review.
"Now that you're here, you can temporarily relax. Or let me ask you, are you sleepy?"
Rong Ting actually didn't sleep well last night. When he was about to answer, he almost yawned.
Song Yuan held back her laughter and pretended to be serious. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Then we have a rule here that all children have to take an afternoon nap. You're not yet at the age of primary school, and all children in kindergarten have to take an afternoon nap. Let's not talk too much. Go back to your room and sleep."
Rong Ting didn't believe it and asked suspiciously, "Can I really take a nap?"
According to Imperial Father's schedule, it was impossible for him to take an afternoon nap.
"Yes!" Old Cucumber really wasn't a good father. He was so strict with his child that he even asked for her permission to take an afternoon nap. Gugu really pitied this child.
After pushing Rong Ting back to his room to rest, Song Yuan ran back to her master bedroom and turned on her tablet. She really felt that she was too happy.
She didn't watch dramas, but she watched variety shows.
She also browsed Taobao, browsed Weibo, and shopped overseas.
A message popped up on WeChat. It was sent by Xie Ya, asking her to go shopping tomorrow to buy winter clothes and drink milk tea.
If it was in the past, Song Yuan would definitely be able to do it.
But when she thought of the child at home …
What should she do? She suddenly understood why her aunt wanted to be a DINK. Rong Ting was no longer a baby. He could take care of himself, but she felt that life was very unfree and inconvenient. Those mothers with babies must feel even worse.
She definitely couldn't take Rong Ting shopping with her. After all, she couldn't explain it to Xie Ya. Rong Ting also didn't integrate into this society. He had a sense of superiority when he communicated with others, as if they should be ecstatic and grateful when he stood with them. As for conversations, he usually couldn't be bothered with them. Who knew who he took after with this arrogant attitude?
Song Yuan thought about it and still rejected the invitation, saying that she had something to do at the last minute and couldn't leave.
Xie Ya sent another message: "You have a dog outside, right?! I guessed it!! Don't quibble anymore!!! "
Song Yuan: "…"
Could she say that not only did she have a dog, but she might even have a dog cub?
Sigh, what a headache!
Why did such a bizarre thing happen to her? Transmigration was like winning the lottery. She had never won a bottle of drinks since she was young.
***
The day passed peacefully. Rong Ting was very awkward and arrogant, but at the same time, he also had a sensible and obedient side to him.
Song Yuan's new home had a study room, and there were only a few books on the bookshelf. Her grandmother had bought those books that were sold by the weight at a roadside stall and spent a total of 100 yuan to buy a thick stack of the Four Great Classical Novels and Sun Tzu's The Art of War. It was extremely heavy. Her grandmother said that this book should be placed in the study room. It was probably covered in dust by now. Thinking that children liked to read comic books, she took out Sun Tzu's The Art of War and shook it a little before handing it to Rong Ting.
Children should read more books. It was better than watching television dramas. She didn't know if he could understand the Four Great Classical Novels in the bookshelf, but it didn't matter. Anyway, there was a bookstore outside the neighborhood. She would bring him there tomorrow. She was really too quick-witted.
"I've thought about it. Parenting experts are calling for children to watch less television. Then I won't teach you how to turn on the television and watch television, lest I lead you astray." Song Yuan felt that she had the demeanor of a parent. "You can just read the book. However, in your era, traditional Chinese characters or some other characters should be used. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
Rong Ting took the book. His mood was very complicated. He raised his head and looked at her. "Mother, do you really not remember anything?"
Song Yuan couldn't stand the child's expression. "What do you think I should remember? Give me a hint. "
Rong Ting cherished the book very much and said in a low voice, "The old palace maid said that when I was in your stomach, you prepared toys and books for me."
Song Yuan was a little doubtful. "Could it be that you remembered wrongly? I … don't seem to be that skillful, nor am I that meticulous! "
When she was in high school, there was a period of time when it was very popular to knit scarves and embroider crosses for the boys she liked. Ever since she pricked her finger with a needle, she resigned to her fate. Handwork and the like were her natural enemies.
"Mother, you don't have to be modest." Rong Ting paused. "I liked all the toys very much. My favorite was the string of beads. However, I stopped playing with them after I was three years old."
String of beads? Was it the kind of string of beads that children played with? She made them? How could it be? It was so difficult!
"I also liked the puzzle board. Mother is clever and skillful. I like it very much."
Rong Ting seemed to be immersed in his memories. He had been reunited with his mother for so long, but he didn't seem to be able to say what he wanted to say.
He felt that his mother had hurt him, but the old palace maid said that his mother had almost lost her life in order to give birth to him. She had been in so much pain for him, so he didn't need to blame her for his mother's temporary forgetfulness.
"I can recite the fairy tales that mother made for me."
"I have always had people keep the clothes that mother made for me."
Song Yuan felt a little guilty. She always felt that the mother that Gugu spoke of was not her. That clever and skillful person was definitely not her. Everyone knew that her hands were really bad. There was a period of time when she liked sticky fur toys very much. Xie Ya was very good at it, but she couldn't do it at all.
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan. He could see traces left behind by his mother everywhere in his bedroom.
It was said that his mother had designed the little carriage that he used to love so much.
His mother had once left behind a set of books, which had been hidden by his father, but he had still found them. The books recorded all kinds of situations when he was born, from when he was sleeping to when he was sleeping, his work and rest were all recorded in detail, and she even wrote down some recipes that were exclusive to him.
It was noted that they could only be used after six months.
Rice was ground into powder and made into a paste with hot water three times a day.
After that, he could gradually add fruit paste, meat paste, and vegetable paste.
He was forbidden to eat salt before he was one year old. He was forbidden to eat honey before he was two years old.
Every word and sentence was a mother's love for her child. He knew that his mother loved him. He wasn't stupid. He didn't have any impression of his mother, whom he had never interacted with before. Although he missed her, he wouldn't go through so many hardships and risk being punished by his father, just to see her.
He was only thinking that she must love him very much and miss him very much.
He just wanted to stand in front of her and let her see that he had grown up well.
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