Looking at the meat in the bowl, Zhao Yu's heart was warm, this was what his mother gave him, and he wanted to eat it all.

Reaching out and picking up the chopsticks, Zhao Yu obediently picked up the meat and ate it, the braised pork was soft and glutinous in the mouth, and it was very fragrant.

"It's delicious."

What my mother made was delicious, even better than what the imperial dining room made, and this braised pork was better than any delicacies from the mountains and seas he had ever eaten.

Seeing that Zhao Yu liked everything very much, Song Qing was very happy.

"It's delicious, then eat more." Song said softly, and put shredded potatoes for him and put them in his bowl.

"Hot and sour shredded potatoes, this is also delicious, you taste it, I like to eat this very much."

"Thank you, Auntie, Auntie, you also eat meat." Zhao Yu said and sandwiched a piece of braised pork that looked thin for Song Qing, "This piece is very thin." ”

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at his wife, and then at his son, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Isn't he human?

I clamped so many pieces for my son, but I didn't give him a piece.

This is to have a son, not to have him.

Maybe Zhao Cheng's gaze was too presence.

Feeling the gloomy gaze of his father, Zhao Yu looked up at his father and smiled defiantly. He pointed to the hot and sour potato shreds and said to his father: "Dad, you taste this, it's sour enough, you must like it."

"......" Zhao Cheng's expression instantly cracked when he heard this.

"Do you also like sour and spicy shredded potatoes? Then you eat more, I'm afraid that you won't be jealous, so I didn't put much vinegar, the sour and hot shredded potatoes are just a little more vinegar to be delicious, and next time you put more will definitely suit your appetite. Song Qing heard that Zhao Cheng liked to eat sour, and couldn't help but say.

"No, it's sour enough, so it's fine......"

After Zhao Cheng said a word, the corners of his mouth twitched, picked up the shredded potatoes with chopsticks, put them in the bowl, and ate them silently.

After eating, it was almost dark.

It's dark, which means you have to sleep tonight, and now that there are suddenly two more people in the house, sleeping has become a problem.

The most important thing is that the two people in her house are big guys now, and she has only one bed at home, where do these two sleep?

One is the famous Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, and the other is the emperor, she can't let the father and son lay on the floor!

At this time, there was the sound of flowers and water in the kitchen, and Song Qing was standing in front of the sink after washing, thinking while washing, where should Zhao Cheng and his son sleep tonight?

Zhao Cheng propped himself up on the kitchen door with one hand, and looked fixedly at the woman standing there washing dishes.

It was his wife, seven years old, and now she was in his world again.

Song lightly washed the dishes, overlapped one by one and turned around to prepare for the holiday cabinet.

When she turned around, she saw a person standing at the door of the kitchen, and she was startled and let go of the bowl in her hand and fell to the ground.

"Whoa......

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered instantly when it came into contact with the floor tiles.

Song Qing looked down at the broken bowls on the floor, and then looked up at the man who was leaning against the kitchen door with one hand.

"......" Song raised his hand to cover his forehead and couldn't help but point at him and complain, "You can't make a sound when you walk, you're scared to death." ”

Song Qing complained as he bent down to pick up the bowl.

"Stand still."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a commanding tone.

Song was stunned, looked up at him and stood up

"What?"

Zhao Cheng's gaze fell on her slipper-wearing feet.

At this time, there were blood beads coming out there, although it was only a little, but it also made Zhao Cheng frown.