My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 10

Song Yuan’s original plan was to circle around the mall once and have lunch here, but after the incident at the dessert stand, she felt it would be better to go home and eat, ba!

Fortunately, Rong Ting looked cute and charming. Song Yuan used the little boy watching period dramas at home every day as the reason for his overexcitement1. The look in the dessert stand worker’s eyes became even more affectionate, and even the cleaning auntie who came with a mop did not look impatient. Worried that Song Yuan would scold the child, the auntie said with a smile: “This child is very good-looking, ya. You must be brother and sister, ba? Actually, girl, ah, you should give children less cold things to eat. It’s not good for the stomach.”

Rong Ting’s expression was cold, and he looked like he wanted to say something. Song Yuan, who already understood him a bit, hurriedly covered his mouth and apologized to the auntie, “We’ve troubled you today. So sorry, so sorry.”

Song Yuan took Rong Ting to the ground floor, where there was a large supermarket. She sighed, “We don’t have poison testers here, and there is no one who wants to harm me, but today’s incident was my fault. I brought you out before you could get used to this era, so it’s normal for you to be unfamiliar with things. I’m sorry, ya.”

Rong Ting initially looked at Song Yuan without speaking, thinking she was angry. Now, he saw she didn’t get angry, but instead apologized to him. The arrogant2and disagreeable temper he inherited from his father made him sneer. “It’s good that Mother Empress has acknowledged her mistake, but gu still wants to say that Mother Empress should not be negligent. In the future, follow gu back to the palace. It is much safer.”

He paused, then in the manner of “striking the palm then giving a date3,” his tone softened greatly. “But Mother Empress needs not worry too much. Gu will protect you well.”

Song Yuan laughed dryly, “Then I’ll first give you my thanks, ah.”

After all this, she was certain that this child did indeed transmigrate from ancient times. That was to say, she who was “well-versed in novels” had a very large hole in her brain. Otherwise, she wouldn’t associate a child’s strange words and behavior with so much.

“Do you want to ride it?” Song Yuan pointed to the shopping cart.

There just so happened to be a little girl with her mother nearby who was also sitting in a shopping cart.

Rong Ting felt it was odd but he didn’t show it on his face. He simply nodded his head in a reserved manner.

Song Yuan placed Rong Ting in the shopping cart. Rong Ting was still a child, after all. His face already showed surprise.

The supermarket was very big. Song Yuan first pushed Rong Ting over to the fresh foods section, “You really don’t have luck with food4. I wanted to take you to eat good food in the afternoon, but I’m guessing you’ll make a fuss at the restaurant.”

Rong Ting was angry again, “Are you blaming gu?”

“I’m not, ah. Don’t think too much, okay?” Song Yuan weighed out some pork ribs. Children generally really liked to eat sweet and sour ribs5. Whenever she stopped by Xie Ya’s place, Xie Ya’s little sister liked to eat the sweet and sour ribs she made. Rong Ting was about the same size as Xie Ya’s sister, and his taste in food should not be too different, ba.