"Then I'll go first." Song glanced at Zhao Cheng, and then at his mother, no matter how she looked at Zhao Cheng, it looked like her own son.

Song Qing felt that Zhao Cheng was not as unkind as the legend, at least he could see who was good to him.

Song Qing walked out of the house after returning home and carrying the basket.

Looking at Zhao Yu, who was standing at the door of the house and looking at the outside, Song chuckled and said, "Zhao Yu, let's go, auntie will take you to pull radishes, and eat pork rib soup at noon." ”

"Okay." Zhao Yu said as he walked over to Song Qing and took Song Qing's hand.

Song Qing carried a basket in one hand and Zhao Yu all the way through the street with the other.

At this time, many people came to the town one after another, very lively, old and young, selling everything.

"Zhao Yu, are you hungry, my aunt bought you something delicious, what do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yu tilted his head to look around, and nodded obediently, "It's okay." ”

Song glanced around, and pulled Zhao Yu towards the place where the stall sold glutinous rice.

"Do you eat sticky rice? This one is delicious. ”

Zhao Yu nodded, "Then I'll try it." ”

"Wang Xiaomei, let's have two servings of glutinous rice, which is heated with dogs, shredded potatoes, chopped peppers, and tenderloin."

"Okay, right away, Song Qing, whose child are you holding this is too cute!"

"Cute! The son of a relative of my family. Song said lightly, and couldn't help but reach out and touch Zhao Yu's head.

Zhao Yu was embarrassed, he wanted to say that he was her son.

But it doesn't seem to make sense to say it, maybe some people will think that he is a beast.

After all, he learned from TV that in this world today, eighteen years old is considered an adult, and twenty-one years old can reach the legal age of marriage.

But now, they have found their mother, and her mother is only twenty-three years old? The timing alone is wrong.

He was sure that his mother was eighteen years old when she married his father, and that her mother gave birth to him when she was nineteen

But now that he's seven years old, and her mother is only twenty-three?

It seems that in the future, his father is going to treat the beast to the end.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu was a little gloating.

I don't know what happened to his mother, I don't remember them.

But Zhao Yu guessed that there must have been a problem with the timing.

After all, he and his father could have traveled 1,400 years to get here, so what could be impossible?

Two portions of sticky rice were quickly packed into bags.

After Song Qing took the cash and paid, he divided the two servings of glutinous rice in his hand to Zhao Yu.

"Eat it while it's hot!"

Song said lightly, opened the bag holding the glutinous rice, and took a big bite and ate it directly.

"Well, it's delicious."

This is the first time Zhao Yu has eaten like this, and he is still on the street as the king of a country, although he feels a little shy.

However, after glancing at his mother, Zhao Yu also opened the bag and took a big bite.

Hot dogs, shredded potatoes, rice, one bite down, delicious.

"Auntie, it's delicious." Zhao Yu nodded and saved.

"It's delicious, then eat it all, let's go!" Song said softly, while eating, he led Zhao Yu through the lively street towards his own field.

Song Qing has a good figure and a beautiful face, so walking on the street naturally attracts the attention of many men.

When Song Qing was lowering her head to eat the rice in her hand, a man next to her walked past her, glanced at Song Qing, and his eyes instantly fell on her buttocks.

Seeing that no one saw it, he directly reached out and wanted to pat it.

But as soon as his hand was stretched out, his wrist was clasped by a small hand.

"What are you trying to do, paws? Well? Zhao Yu clasped his wrist and looked up at the man in front of him with a dark face.