The bastard in the prison has been retributed, Song Yao is in a very happy mood, and specially prepared afternoon tea.

Sweet and soft pumpkin pie, savory cookies, meat muffins, pumpkin seed savory shortbread, milk tea and juice.

When Song Yao came to the front yard with a food box, he saw that Song Yuanbao was playing with a small wooden sword, and his fleshy little body was obviously unstable, and he almost fell down several times.

Looking at her son's clumsy but serious demeanor, Song Yao smiled and beckoned: "Son, come over for afternoon tea first, practicing kung fu is not something that can be effective in a day or two." ”

"Mother, when I become a hero, no one will be able to bully me in the future, and I will be able to protect my mother." Song Yuanbao carried a wooden sword, trotted to Song Yao's side, looked up at the little face of meat, and said excitedly: "Uncle Mei'er is good!" Teach me to practice the uniform, he is the best person in the world. ”

"If my mother doesn't teach you kung fu, isn't she the best person in the world?" Song Yao pretended to be delicious.

"Of course not, you are the best person in the world, and there is no better person than your mother." Song Yuanbao hurriedly changed his words.

"Since I'm not the best person, I don't need to teach you kung fu in the future." Lian Sheng said with a deliberate tiger face.

Although he corrected Song Yuanbao more than once, don't call him Uncle Beauty, but Song Yuanbao just can't change it, and Lian Sheng is too lazy to correct him anymore.

Uncle Beauty, this is a chic title, and only Song Yuanbao dares to say that he is a beauty in the world.

"It's okay to be a beautiful uncle, but it's just not as good as a mother." Song Yuanbao was suddenly anxious, he had just started learning kung fu, but he didn't want to lose his master.

"If it's not the best, it's not good." Lian Sheng deliberately teased.

"Uncle Beauty!" Song Yuanbao shouted cutely, shaking Lian Sheng's arm and not letting go.

"To be a man is to be principled, I think I am the most perfect person in the world, and I naturally want the best." Lian Sheng was unmoved.

Song Yuanbao thought about it and looked up at Song Yao, as if he wanted to ask Song Yao's consent and give up the name of 'best' to Lian Sheng.

But Song Yao's gentle smile made Song Yuanbao dare not have such thoughts anymore.

Every time Song Yao looked at Song Yuanbao very gently, it represented her negative attitude, and there was still a tacit understanding between mother and son.

Hanging his little head, Song Yuanbao tangled his fingers for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Uncle Meiren'er is the best man in the world, my mother is the best mother in the world, you are all the best." Song Yuanbao said with a smile.

He had long been accustomed to Song Yuanbao being a sycophant, and Song Yao gave him a thumbs up to express his appreciation for his son's reflexes.

No matter in any era, speaking is an art, it can make people happy to listen to, it can resolve embarrassment, and it is best to get the desired result, and life will definitely be much smoother.

Lian Sheng was a little surprised, after all, Song Yuanbao's age was there, and as far as he knew, the children of the nobles had a limited vocabulary to speak at this age, and they were more about selling off the knowledge taught by the masters.

"Yuanbao is very smart, don't you consider asking him a master to come back?" Lian Sheng looked at Song Yao and asked.

"I don't want my baby son to shake his head all day, only those who don't care." Song Yao shook his head and said: "At his age, happiness is the most important thing, and childhood cannot be replicated." ”

Lian Sheng frowned, as if he was thinking about how right Song Yao's words were, and as if he was silently accusing Song Yao of being irresponsible for Song Yuanbao's future.

The ghostly Song Yuanbao rolled his eyes, climbed onto the stone bench to do a good job, and shook his head and memorized the three-character scripture and the surname of the hundred families.

Lian Sheng was a little surprised after hearing this, so he asked, "Where did you learn this?" ”

"My mother taught me!" Song Yuanbao listened to the small body and said proudly: "There are many mothers, and there will be a lot of nursery rhymes, my books are made by my mother, and the words on it, Yuanbao can read them by himself, and he can write simple words." And my mother also drew a lot of illustrations, and when Yuan Bao saw the paintings, he knew what the contents of the book were. ”

Lian Sheng looked at Song Yao again, and saw that she looked at Song Yuanbao gently, as if all the warmth in his life had been given to this little bit, and he was a little jealous.

But is such Song Yao really just a folk widow?

"Yuanbao is a man after all, if you want to pursue a career in the future, you still have to hire a master, or go to the academy to study better." Lian Sheng suggested.

"I don't want to be an official, when I grow up, I will earn a lot of money, and I want my mother to be an old lady." Song Yuanbao patted his chest and said, "I'm amazing!" I never made a mistake in settling accounts, and my mother said I was a genius. ”

"It's a genius, that's the account room." Lian Sheng replied, and when he saw that Song Yuanbao was unhappy with his puffed face, he no longer teased him, but concentrated on eating pastries.

Song Yao didn't want to argue about this topic, how her son should teach, she knew it in her heart, and whatever others said could only be used as a reference.

What's more, Lian Sheng is a local native, so he naturally has the thinking of this era.

The three of them ate pastries silently, Song Yuanbao's favorite was pumpkin pie, and his mouth was bulging, like a little squirrel.

"I've already eaten three pieces, try something else." Song Yao stopped Song Yuanbao from taking the pumpkin pie again, and saw that his little eyes revealed grievances, and said with a smile: "If you like it, my mother will make it for you tomorrow." ”

"Yay!" Song Yuanbao responded happily and no longer stared at the pumpkin pie.

Song Yuanbao, who was full, jumped off the stool with a wooden sword and played in the courtyard.

Seeing his son's happy and serious appearance, Song Yao suddenly had an idea in his heart, so he said to Lian Sheng: "Thank you for preparing the wooden sword for Yuanbao, he hasn't liked something so much for a long time." ”

"Getting to the point." Lian Sheng wiped his fingers and glanced at Song Yao, knowing that she had something to say.

Song Yao smiled, took a sip of milk tea and said, "You should know someone who has good martial arts and can be trusted, right?" I want to hire a martial artist for Yuanbao, who knows some kung fu, and always has more security. ”

"Isn't Ben Gongzi's kung fu good?" Lian Sheng squinted at Song Yao.

How do I know what you're capable of? Song Yao said in her heart, but she said with a compliment on her face: "It's naturally good to let you teach in person, and Yuanbao also likes to get along with you." But you are too busy to stay here forever! Yuanbao is a beginner, you can't fish for three days and dry the net for two days, otherwise how can you learn the skill? ”

"Practicing martial arts is a very hard thing, are you really willing to do it?" Lian Sheng asked.

"As long as he likes it, I'll support it." Song Yao said affirmatively.

Lian Sheng glanced at Song Yao deeply, nodded lightly, and responded to this matter.

There are so many secret guards, anyone can teach Song Yuanbao to practice martial arts, this is not difficult, and he can supervise it openly...... Well, it's to protect their mother and son.