"I'll eat it." Song Qing said and took a bun and ate two bites, and couldn't help nodding, "It's delicious, it tastes good, this taste must have been bought from Lao Xiangji, right?" Only her steamed buns taste the freshest. ”

"Well, that's the one who bought it." Zhao Cheng reached out and took a cake and began to eat it.

He was about to speak when he heard his son's voice sound.

"It's so fragrant, what are you eating, auntie?"

Zhao Yu got dressed cleanly, dressed neatly and walked out of the bathroom.

Zhao Cheng glanced up at his son and said in a deep voice, "Come over and eat, drink the porridge." ”

"Okay, here." Zhao Yu walked to Song Qing's side and sat down in a few steps.

Song tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Yu, reached out and opened the porridge that Zhao Cheng had bought in front of Zhao Yu, and handed him a spoon.

"It's fast, it's hot, and the breakfast here tastes very good."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Zhao Yu picked up the spoon and took a sip of porridge, the sweet taste was really good.

Zhao Cheng Song ate the bun lightly, frowned, and then opened another bowl of porridge and pushed it in front of her, "Finish eating." ”

"......" Song Qing looked at the porridge in front of him, his face was a little hot, he glanced at Zhao Yu next to him, and then at Zhao Cheng opposite.

This feeling, don't say it, if you don't know, I'm afraid that I really think this man is her husband.

However, she really wasn't his wife.

She also doesn't have the ability to become the rumored sunken fish and geese, the moon is shy and the flowers are shy of flowers, and the fascinated Prime Minister Zhao Cheng is fascinated, just like the Song Qing of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera.

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't help but glance up at Zhao Cheng, who was sitting opposite, but he was a little envious of the legendary prime minister's wife.

As the saying goes, good men belong to other people's families, and this is true.

At this time, Zhao Cheng was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, with short hair, perhaps because of the removal of wood, the sleeves of his clothes were already a little dirty.

But even so, his nobility still does not diminish in the slightest.

He was dressed simply, and he just sat there, but with such an imposing body, ordinary people didn't dare to talk to him when they saw it.

Zhao Cheng didn't talk much, and he sat there silently, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking on his expressionless face.

Only occasionally when he looked up at her, the tenderness in his eyes made it difficult for Song Qing to ignore it.

That's not looking at her.

Thinking of this, Song Qing turned out to be a little uncomfortable.

What are you doing, you have to look exactly like other people's wives.

Fortunately, this is not, he is not the heroine, and he is not the male protagonist, otherwise he may have to stage a sadistic stand-in scene.

Just thinking about Song Qing is a trembling.

Terrible......

"Eat quickly, I'll take you to the household registration after eating."

After breakfast, Song Qing packed up the things on the table and put them in the trash.

"That, the clothes I washed last night have been dried, you go change your clothes!"

"yes, okay." Zhao Cheng nodded, stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the bathroom door by the way.

He loved it, and his wife, would care about what he ate and what he was wearing.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Cheng washed his face, and then walked out of the bathroom.

When he walked to the coffee table, Zhao Cheng put the money in his hand on the table.

"How do you tell the size of this money?"

Now that he's just arrived, he really doesn't have any idea about this money, after all, it's not the same as the previous silver ticket.

Song Qing picked it up and looked at it in surprise, "Two hundred and seventy-two yuan, plus breakfast, it should be three hundred yuan, that is, it only took you twenty minutes in the morning to earn three hundred yuan." ”