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 she got home, before she could say a few words to the child, she 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 asked, lowering her head.

"Only breakfast."

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

Rong Ting was now a little better, not so embarrassed, and had 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 delivery. I'm afraid you're too hungry. There are only bread, eggs, and ham at home. I'll make a sandwich for you."

Rong Ting communicated with Song Yuan, not discussing chickens and ducks, but they did not quite understand what the other 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 (she should include the father). He might be the first.

He forgave her for the moment she forgot him.

Song Yuan occasionally cooks when she is in the mood. After all, takeout can be too greasy. Making sandwiches is too easy for her. She uses a pan to fry eggs and ham simultaneously. There is a salad dressing she loves. When she thinks that kids love ketchup, she adds some. After making the sandwich, she prepares a glass of milk for the child.

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 he eat it?

Seeing that Song Yuan was looking at him earnestly, Rong Ting thought he should not disappoint his mother's intentions, so he picked up the sandwich and took a small bite.

Song Yuan certainly wouldn't ask the kid how the sandwich tasted.

Rong Ting thought that maybe because this weird thing was cooked by his mother, 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 tall enough?"

How to say, Song Yuan was 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 being too handsome and cute. The child visually estimated that he was about a meter tall. 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, wash my face, and take a bath. I really want to go to work tomorrow and not lie to you."

Rong Ting stared at the milk in the cup for a while, then held the cup with both hands and took a sip.

Sweet and not bad.

"Mother, why didn't the palace wait for her?" Rong Ting was full and in a good mood, so he was willing to chat with Song Yuan.

The decoration of this palace is really strange, but he also overheard his father talking while drunk. His father said that his mother's time was different from theirs, so it seems reasonable to explain it.

Why is there no court eunuch?

Song Yuan was silent for a while and felt that the child's parents were likely ancient fans, but even if the parents loved ancient styles, that should not affect the child. She really doubted whether the child communicated smoothly with others in kindergarten.

"Are you talking about Auntie Nanny?" It seems that the child's family should be fine. "I personally don't need to ask Auntie Nanny. I can do everything myself."

Rong Ting stared at Song Yuan.

"What do you look at me like this for?" Song Yuan asked him.

"Why?"

Rong Ting was very puzzled. "You are living so embarrassed now, why did you leave Father Emperor? Is this how you want to live?"

Song Yuan was confused but moved her chair and sat next to him. She said to him very seriously, "Child, I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm really not your mother, but you can rest assured that the uncles and aunts at the police station will help you find your family. You can also stay with me until your parents come to pick you up."

Rong Ting was not an unreasonable child. He combined Song Yuan's words and her performance, and asked tentatively, "Don't you remember the emperor?"

Before Song Yuan could answer, Rong Ting responded himself, "It's a good thing to not remember. You don't even remember being alone; how can you remember someone else?"

Even his favorite biological son had been forgotten; how could he remember the husband behind him?

He was so stupid for asking such questions of his mother.

Song Yuan thought about it and prepared to rephrase the child's words, "Then tell me what your father's name is; maybe I will have an impression."

After hearing this, Rong Ting was angry again. "You don't remember me when you see me; how can you be impressed when you hear the name of the father?"

If the mother really had an impression, he would be angry. The old woman said that the mother once held him and said that she loved him the most.

He paused and said, "And as a son, shouldn't you keep your father's name in your mouth?"

Song Yuan: "..."

Would you like to get into a drama like this? Even if they are ancient fans, it seems they are still living at home with the emperor and the queen.

"Okay, then you can always say your name, right?"

Rong Ting glared and looked at her coldly. "It's because you even forgot the name of your biological son."

Song Yuan's temper was really good.

She has always loved children since she was a child. Of course, they are good children, but today is also strange. Such an awkward child, she would never take the initiative to come forward.

Rong Ting was silent for a while after saying this, "You remember, Rong Ting."

The name is strange.

Song Yuan felt that according to the current progress, she could ask for his parents' names and contact information within the week.

"Okay, go and brush your teeth." Song Yuan led the still-sulking Rong Ting to the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste onto the newly bought children's toothbrush and handed it to him.

Rong Ting used to brush his teeth while in the palace.

However, not many people in the palace had toothbrushes. After listening to the old maid, it took a long time for the mother to make a toothbrush.

Now the toothbrush in his hand looked better than that of the palace.

Rong Ting brushed his teeth and felt that there was a sweet taste in his mouth, unlike in the palace. After the mother hid the good stuff, he came to her, and she gave it to him.

Rong Ting looked strange in this room, but he also paid attention to etiquette and did not want to show cowardice behind his mother.

"Coo, that's it." After Rong Ting brushed his teeth and washed his face, Song Yuan took him to stand under the shower and said patiently, "You are a boy, I am a girl. I am not convenient to give you a bath; would you take a bath yourself?"

Rong Ting didn't care about Song Yuan calling him like this.

Song Yuan simply taught Rong Ting to use a water heater. She felt that no matter how fascinated the ancients were at home, modern facilities were so convenient, and the infrastructure was definitely there.

After telling Rong Ting which bottle was the shower gel and which was the shampoo, she left the bathroom and closed the door.

Rong Ting stood under the shower. He was a clever boy. Many things were easy. After he took off his clothes, he hesitated. After learning from his mother, he just turned on the switch. The moment the shower rushed out water and wet him, he couldn't control his inner fear and screamed.

When Song Yuan heard his cry, she rushed in.

Rong Ting was still scared. When he saw her come in, his first reaction was to hug her waist. He was brave and didn't cry.

When he calmed down, he also threw the pot gracefully, "You have left alone people here!"

Song Yuan could see that the child was a little embarrassed.

Now many children over five years of age also need parents to help take a bath. She has never been a mother. She has no experience in helping relatives take care of children. She was also a little embarrassed in her heart. Children are easy to be afraid in strange environments.

By the time the child was finally bathed, Song Yuan's clothes were soaked.

Convenience stores did not have pajamas for children, and Song Yuan casually wrapped her long T-shirt around him.

The child was very disgusted. "How can a lonely woman wear clothes?"

"Tomorrow after work, I'll take you out and buy you pajamas. It's really too late now." Song Yuan pointed to the dark circles under his eyes. "You can do well; I will get off for the time being. I really need to sleep; it's exhausting."

Rong Ting looked at her and said awkwardly after a while, "Only this time; don't tell outsiders."

After Song Yuan also removed her makeup and showered, it was already past ten o'clock.

She was lying on the bed, thinking about what happened tonight; it felt like a dream. Very tired and sleepy, she fell asleep. Fortunately, the child was very disciplined. He didn't need to be told anything; he also understood what she didn't. In summary, he and she couldn't sleep in the same bed. He slept in the second bedroom. She looked in on him once before returning to her room. The child seemed to be asleep before she turned off the light.

What Song Yuan did not know was that when she turned off the lights and closed the door, Rong Ting, lying in bed, opened his eyes.

In his mind, he had imagined many times what his mother-in-law looked like, how she looked when she laughed, and how she looked when she got angry. Everyone said that he was distinguished, and many envied him for being born a prince, but only he knew that he didn't want to be a prince; he only wanted to be a child of his mother.

Although his mother-in-law did not show that she truly loved him, Rong Ting thought, you have to forgive her. She just forgot.

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