[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 3

Song Yuan actually regretted it when she brought the child home.

She didn't do anything wrong, and it was definitely not her who gave up her husband and abandoned her son, so why should she be frightened by the child's words.

Song Yuan now lives in a house that was given to her by her father when she was ten years old. The three bedrooms and two living rooms are very spacious. There is also a large balcony. Even if she was aggressive and suspicious of life, she did not forget to buy towels and toothbrushes for children.

As soon as I got home, before I could say a few words to the child, I heard a cooing sound in his stomach.

Rong Ting was embarrassed. To him, it was rude to make such a sound in his stomach.

"How long have you not eaten?" Song Yuan confessed and lowered his head and asked him.

"Lonely breakfast."

"Child, why do you talk like that?" Song Yuan opened the refrigerator, took the bread out of it, and looked back at him. "Creasy, does your family do that?"

Rong Ting is now a little better, not so embarrassed, and has a better tone when speaking to Song Yuan. "How can my mother speak so casually."

Song Yuan: "..."

"It takes more than half an hour to get the delivery. I'm afraid you're too hungry. There are only bread and eggs and ham at home. I'll make a sandwich for you."

Rong Ting communicated with Song Yuan, not talking about chickens and ducks, but they did not quite understand what the other party was talking about.

But he could hear that his mother was cooking for him.

His heart warmed slightly.

The mother was the mother of the country, and she had never cooked for others (should include the father). He may be the first.

He forgave her for the moment to forget him.

Song Yuan occasionally cooks when he is in the mood. After all, takeaway can be too greasy. Making sandwiches is too easy for her. Use a pan to fry eggs and ham simultaneously. There is a salad dressing she loves. When she thinks that kids love ketchup, she adds another one. After making the sandwich, she makes another glass of milk for the kids.

Sitting at the dinner table, Rong Ting frowned as he looked at the food in front of him.

This was food he had never seen before.

The point is, can you enter?

Seeing that Song Yuan was looking at himself earnestly, Rong Ting thought that he could not disappoint his mother's intentions, so he picked up the sandwich and bit his mouth extremely.

Song Yuan certainly won't ask the kid how the sandwich tastes.

Rong Ting thought, maybe because this weird thing was cooked by the mother and mother himself, so he felt the taste was acceptable.

Song Yuan pointed to the milk on the dining table. "Remember to drink milk, drink milk to grow up."

Rong Ting was annoyed, "Do you think you are not high enough to lone?"

How to say, Song Yuan is a senior member of the Appearance Association. She felt deeply that she would never have brought him home if it had not been for the boy to be too handsome and cute. The child visually estimated that it was about a meter. He was obviously a child, but he was always crouching, and he looked like an adult.

"Then you really aren't as tall as me now." Song Yuan deliberately quarreled with him. "Well, drinking milk is good for the body. After drinking, I brush my teeth and wash my face and take a bath. I really want to go to work tomorrow and don't lie to you."