My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 7

(edited 2020/04/18: “this prince” has been changed to its pinyin “gu” and some minor edits to vocabulary have been made, but there’s no change in overall structure or plot)

“You’re living so miserably now, why did you leave Father Emperor? Is this the life you wanted?”

In fact, Song Yuan somewhat regretted bringing the child back home.

She didn’t do anything shameful, and the person the child spoke of, the one who tossed away her husband and abandoned her son, definitely wasn’t her, either. So why was she shaken by the child’s words?

The house Song Yuan lived in right now was given to her as a gift by Father Song when she was eighteen. The 3B2R1 was very spacious, and it also had a large balcony. She had just moved in not too long ago, and many necessities hadn’t been bought yet. On the way back, even though she was dumbfounded and doubting her life, she still didn’t forget to buy a towel and toothbrush for the child.

Just when they got home, before she could say a couple words to the child, his stomach let out a gugu sound.

Rong Ting was mortified. For him, the stomach making such a sound was extremely rude.

“Have you not eaten for a long time?” Song Yuan, accepting her fate, looked down and asked him.

“Gu had a morning meal2.”

“Little boy, why are you talking like that?” Song Yuan opened the fridge, took out a piece of bread, then looked back at him. “It’s very scholarly. Is everyone in your family like this?”

Rong Ting was now in a better mood. No longer as embarrassed, his tone when speaking to her was also a bit better. “How can Mother Empress speak so casually?”

Song Yuan: “…”

“It will take more than half an hour for takeout to be delivered, I’m afraid you’ll be too hungry. There’s only bread, eggs, and some ham at home, so I’ll just whip up a sandwich for you.”

The exchange between Rong Ting and Song Yuan wasn’t exactly a chicken-and-duck-conversation3, but they couldn’t quite understand what the other was saying.

But he could discern that Mother Empress was personally cooking for him.

His heart was slightly warm.

Mother Empress, as the mother of a country, had never cooked for others (including Father Emperor). He was probably the first one.

For the moment, he forgave her for temporarily forgetting him.

From time to time, when she was in the mood, Song Yuan would cook. After all, takeout could be very greasy, and making a sandwich was all too easy for her. She fried both the egg and ham in the same pan and toasted the bread in the toaster. Of course, there was her favorite mayonnaise4. Thinking that children liked ketchup, she added some of that, as well.

Rong Ting sat at the dining table. Looking at the food in front of him, he couldn’t help but frown.

It was food he had never seen before.

The key point was, was it edible?

Seeing Song Yuan eagerly looking at him, Rong Ting thought to himself, he absolutely could not fail to live up to his Mother Empress’s kind intent. So he picked up the sandwich and took an extremely elegant bite.