[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 74: 0

After lining up for more than ten minutes, they finally lined up to them.

This is the first time that Rong Ting has taken the manual checkout channel. The small shelves at the checkout counter are full of small commodities. He is bored and wants to see what these are.

Gum, hey, he 's eaten, it tastes pretty good, it 's fun to blow bubbles.

He bravely took a bottle of fruit-flavored gum and placed it on the cash register.

Seeing no response from his father, he lowered his head to see what else he could buy. After a while, he took another packet of rainbow candy and a silver box. Although it was not written on it, it should be eaten. !!

Rong Hong also knew that Rong Ting was holding things. He glanced at them, and they were all packed with colorful things, so he didn't take it seriously.

It's better to wait in line for a walk, the cashier reports the number, and he gives the money directly from the wallet. Although the queuing is slower, this method is obviously more convenient.

"Collect your receipt."

Rong Hong put the small ticket in his coat pocket, and then carried the shopping bag and left Rong Ting to leave the supermarket.

Although the supermarket has a lot of heating, there are too many people, and the air is not considered to be circulating, which makes people feel panicky and feel comfortable after coming out.

The father and son did not have the heart to go to other shopping malls and went straight home.

After returning home, Rong Ting found the bucket of instant noodles he hid and ran to the kitchen and asked, "Father, do you need my help?"

He always felt that Father Emperor seemed to be incapable of him in this matter.

Rong Hong shook his head and rolled his sleeves. "No."

Although he said no, Ke Rongting was still not assured. He moved a small bench and sat down in the kitchen. He saw that the father and the emperor were not ready to cook rice and would cook. He hurriedly reminded him, "Father, please Rice, after I look at the mother, I have to wash the rice two or three times before I cook it. "

"......Oh."

Next, Rong Ting saw stitches and carefully told Rong Huan how to turn on the gas stove and how to turn on the range hood, which made Rong Ting very desperate. Although he didn't like to eat in the restaurant outside, he faced this situation. He wanted to say, Father, why don't we go out to eat.

But he didn't dare to say that, because Father Huang seemed to be very attached to this matter, and now he can only be thankful. Fortunately, the condiments in the kitchen are labeled. Father Huang should not treat white sugar as salt, nor Will treat vinegar as raw soy.

Although Rong Hong has no experience in cooking or cooking, he is a smart man after all. He looked at the recipes that Sun Qiming sent him. The steps above are very detailed. He went through it in his mind several times, and he was ready to start. Already.

Originally, Rong Ting had no hope or expectation for this lunch, but looking at it, he found that ... I can look forward to it a little.

The man whom Rongting admired most was his father, although after this era, he had doubts and guesses about who the father was, but this did not affect his respect.

Originally, Rong Ting had a lot of relief after telling his doubts and secrets yesterday, but now he looked at the way the father and the emperor were cooking seriously, he couldn't help thinking, he heard it from his mother-in-law The answer is nothing more than the guess of the mother-in-law. Should you ask the emperor yourself, he just wanted to ask the emperor, why do you pretend that you have amnesia and why you lied to someone ...