[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 71: 071

Rong Ting was surprised when he saw Rong Hong coming in with Song Yuan.

Although he also knew that his father was coming these two days, he did not expect it would be today. After a brief amazement, he immediately thought of his plan. His heartbeat accelerated and he was very nervous. He always felt that he was doing something bad, but he was such a person himself, interested in what and what If there is any doubt, then he must figure it out, and the emperor once praised him. If he can't figure out what puzzles him, then he can't eat well or sleep well.

After the emperor followed the mother into the kitchen, he rushed to his bedroom and found the jade pendant that originally belonged to the emperor in the drawer of the bedside table.

If the father emperor really does not remember anything, he will not feel when he sees this jade pendant. If the father emperor really has not lost his memory, then he must be very confused. it's here.

Song Yuan didn't expect that Rong Hong would follow her to the kitchen. She was helpless. This emperor estimates that this life is the first time in the kitchen, "I don't need your help here."

"Don't say you want to eat hot pot? You can't do it all by yourself." Rong Hong had taken off his coat when he came in, and now he was preparing to roll up his sleeves, a posture to help.

"The hot pot ingredients are all ready-made. I just fry it and add some water. As for the hot pot dishes, I have already bought it, just wash it."

Rong Hong has a height of over eighteen meters. The kitchen is not very spacious. He stands here very cramped.

If it had been in the past, Song Yuan would definitely take the opportunity to rectify him, direct him to cut vegetables and wash vegetables, and want to see him go abroad.

Just now that she had such a thought in her head, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, even though she was twenty-three years old on her ID card, but after so many things, she was no longer the ignorant and happy Song Park.

"I'll help you." Rong Hong was full of interest. The kitchen was very strange to him, whether ancient or modern, but now he thought of staying with her alone for a while, and he was willing to do what he hadn't done before. Things happened.

"I really don't have to." Song Yuan pointed to the kitchen. "You look so big here, two people are very crowded in the kitchen, and you haven't done any of these things. Maybe you still help, Rong Ting is hungry." Let's have dinner early, shall we? "

In fact, Rong Hong couldn't bear the words "Okay". When he saw her tired, he was really afraid of helping her, but he could only show embarrassment. "Well, I'll go out first, and need me Where you can help, call me directly. "

Song Yuan bowed his head, looked at the vegetables on the kitchen counter, and gently said a favor.

In this tone, he claimed to be "I", and seemed to be back when he first met him.

This is the first time that Rong Hui has come to her home here. It is warmer and more popular than the house in Beijing. When she walks out of the kitchen and walks around the dining room, she can see that Rong Ting is sitting at the desk and practicing calligraphy.

The atmosphere made him inexplicably happy.

Rong Ting Yu Guang shuddered when his father Huang was coming towards him step by step. He tightened his writing brush, his heartbeat accelerated, and even his palms were sweating.

This is the first time he has used the means under the eyes of his father.

He held his breath and secretly pumped himself up in his heart.