Song Qing was silent for a while and then sent a message to his editor.

"Didn't you believe me?"

Editor-in-charge: "I don't believe it. ”

"Honey, you're too low-key."

"Don't hide, your son has been exposed."

"He said that your family is not bad for money, come and tell the truth how much, it's okay, you said that I can bear it, I will definitely not have any hatred of the rich in my heart Q ('⌒′Q)"

Song glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh.

She is still the second in secondary school as always, but she is a very good person.

In other words, why doesn't anyone believe the truth?

Song: Tap the dialog box to edit the message reply.

"I'm a poor man, but my son and his father are rich!"

Editor-in-charge: "......"

Editor-in-charge: "It's not all the same, envy, when will I become rich." ”

Song Qing: "Okay, bye-bye, eat walnuts, my son peeled a large plate of walnut kernels for me." ”

Editor-in-charge: "Get out, who doesn't have a son yet, I'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to bring a man back when I turn around." ”

"However, I see that your ID card is about the same age as mine! I didn't expect you to have a son. ”

"By the way, I haven't asked you how old your son is."

Song Qing didn't hide the editing message and replied.

"My son is seven years old."

Editor-in-charge: ", sister, you 666 words, you are only a little more than 23 years old!" You're going to get me a seven-year-old son? ”

Song Qing: "Do you believe me when I say that time and space are disordered?" ”

Editor-in-charge: "I believe you are a ghost, oh my God, it's so early, compared to you, I suddenly feel that it is normal to be urged to marry by us." ”

Song Qing: "Haha, okay, I won't blow it with you." ”

Editor-in-charge: "Well, bye-bye, stabilize the plot, if there is a good recommendation, I will apply for it for you." ”

Song Qing: "Thank you." ”

After chatting with the editor for a while, Song Qing returned to the home page and left the phone on the sofa.

Song lightly grabbed a handful of walnuts that his son had peeled and stuffed them in his mouth.

After eating, he said, "It's delicious,"

Zhao Yu: "Mom, I love walnuts the most." ”

So little cub, you definitely inherited my mother's excellent genes. (The genes of foodies are too strong.) ）

Song Qing hugged his son and kissed him lovingly.

That's life.

The mother and son were hugging and eating walnuts together when Song Qing's mobile phone on the sofa rang.

Song Qing picked it up and took a look, good guy, it was her mother who called.

Song Qing picked up the phone and gave his son a shushing gesture.

Soon after connecting the phone, Song's mother's voice rang over there.

"Mi'er, I can't come back for dinner, we marinated bacon today, and now we are burning wood to roast bacon."

When Song Qing heard this, he instantly came to his senses.

Bacon, she likes to eat it very much.

Especially cured pork ribs? and pork knuckles.

"Mom, did you whole bacon? How many are there? ”

"Much? Got it? A pig is sold if it can't be eaten. ”

"Mommy wants to eat? The bacon bought from takeout is not delicious. ”

"Done it yourself? Of course, if you want to be delicious, hurry up? I'll keep the ribs for you. ”

"Otherwise, it's too late, so I'll have to drink soup."

"Haha, okay mom, I'll take Zhao Yu and them to eat with me then."

Although Song Qing said it easily? But I'm still very nervous.

Because this time it's different.

Zhao Cheng, that's her man.

Zhao Yu: That's her son.

On the other side of the phone, Mother Song laughed after hearing this.

"Good! Then when will you come, call us when the time comes, and wait for you to cook pork knuckles. ”

"Okay, I'll call you when I come."

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you, the fire is a little big? I've got to get some water, or the meat is going to burn." ”

"Okay Mom, bye-bye."

"Well, bye-bye."

After Song Qing finished speaking, her mother hung up.

Song Qing took the mobile phone and tilted his head to look at the son he was holding in his arms and said, "I heard that there is no son, your grandmother pickled bacon?" In two days, I will take you to my hometown to eat bacon. ”

Zhao Yu nodded? "Okay? The braised pork trotters made by my grandmother were delicious, the same as those made by my mother. ”

I'm really not a foodie.

Definitely not!

That's weird!

The mother and son ate walnuts while watching TV.

Eating walnuts alone? Dry mouth? Song Qing went to the refrigerator to get fruit again, went to the kitchen to wash it, put it on the plate, and served the coffee table......

Time flickered by, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

The sun is quite big outside at this time? However, because it is autumn, the sun looks big, but it doesn't feel very hot.

After watching TV and dozing off, Song rubbed his eyes lightly and tilted his head to look at his son who was sitting on the sofa playing games, and asked.

"Son, are you hungry? Mom takes you out to eat. ”

"Then I just went to the school to have a look, and now that the school has not been open for a long time, there should be no problem in transferring to a class."

"You're still young, so the main thing is to go to school. There are a lot of friends in school, and you can make a lot of friends when the time comes. ”

Zhao Yu paused when he heard the hand playing the game, and then nodded.

"Mom, I see."

Song Qing nodded with satisfaction, reached out and touched his son's head.

His son was so obedient.

"Then let's go and see first, and if we can, then register first."

After all, Zhao Yu has never entered school, and he is still young.

It seems that at his age, most of them are in the first grade.

However, at his son's current level, it would be a waste of his IQ to go to the first grade.

Although I don't know where my son's specific level is, Song Qing can be sure that this child can skip reading directly in elementary school.

So, what grade do you want to report?

This is a serious question.

Song Qing pondered for a moment and said, "Zhao Yu, you are still young now, forget about the first-grade course." ”

"So how about mom enrolling you in second grade?"

Zhao Yu, who said what his mother said, naturally did not refute it.

It's good not to let him go to first grade.

After all, he hadn't been to the schools of this world either.

Second grade is second grade!

Yes, I can!

It's a big deal that skipping a grade when the time comes, and it doesn't affect.

After discussing with Zhao Yu, Song Qing took his son out.

Riding a battery car, Song lightly carried Zhao Yu on the streets of the city center.

On the way, Song Qing asked Zhao Yu.

"Son, what do you want to eat?"

"Mom, I can do it."

Song Qingyuan couldn't help but smile after seeing a fried chicken restaurant and said, "Let's go, mom will take you to eat chicken, there is a fried chicken restaurant in front, crispy chicken legs." Not to mention I haven't eaten in a long time. ”

Zhao Yu nodded, "Okay, then let's go eat fried chicken." ”

Song Qing: "It's a pity, your dad isn't here haha, otherwise we'll go together." ”

"It's simple, just make a phone call and call someone."

Song Qing couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "Poof, why do you feel that your father's family status is so low?" ”

Zhao Yu disagreed, as if his father's family status had not been high since he met his mother.

After Zhao Yu laughed, he directly took out his mobile phone and dialed his father's number.

After the phone was connected, Zhao Cheng's deep voice soon came from there.

"What's the matter?"