Zhao Yu was sitting on the sofa at this time, playing games with his mobile phone. After seeing his father carrying his mother downstairs, he couldn't help but ask.

"Mom, are you up?"

After seeing Zhao Cheng carrying Song Qing downstairs, the Zhang Ling brothers got up from the sofa and said hello.

Zhang Ling: "Sir, madam. ”

Zhang Ying: "Sir, madam. ”

"You're all up early." Song Qing smiled at the two brothers and said hello, then looked at his son and said with a smile: "Son, when did you get up?" ”

Zhao Yu looked up at his mother while playing the game and said with a smile: "Mom, I got up quite early at six o'clock." I like to get up early to practice, the purple qi comes from the east, and generally in the morning when the sun just rises when the practice is done, it can get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Now he wakes up late, and he remembers that when he used to practice, he got up at half past five every day.

Even when he became the emperor, he got up early every day to practice, and then went to the court.

Her son woke up really early, and at night it was time to go to bed on time, or his son may have developed a habit and was a bit obsessive-compulsive.

Song Qing has been a difficult family to bed together since he was a child. Sure enough, compared to his son, he is a salted fish.

"It's a good habit to go to bed early and get up early, unlike when I can't get up every day."

Song said softly, patted Zhao Cheng's shoulder and said, "You let me go quickly." ”

"Well, I'll let you go."

Zhao Cheng answered and walked to the sofa and let go of his hand and put Song Qing down.

Sitting on the sofa, Song Qing looked at his son who was playing a game, and couldn't help but ask.

"Son, did you have breakfast?"

Hearing his mother's question, Zhao Yu nodded

"Mom, we've all eaten, but you and Dad haven't eaten."

Song nodded lightly.

"That's good, son, what did you eat today?"

Zhao Yu: "Mutton noodle soup, I watched an advertisement on TV in the morning, and suddenly I wanted to eat it, so I asked the chef to make it." ”

"By the way, Mom, I asked the chef to make you a chicken soup ravioli, you must like it, wait to eat more." Zhao Yu said and continued to play the game with his head down.

Playing games when bored is Zhao Yu's pastime.

Now that I don't go to court, I don't deal with the twists and turns, and I suddenly have idleness, but I'm a little uncomfortable.

So when it's okay, Zhao Yu will play the game.

Hearing that his son asked someone to make a chicken soup for himself, Song Qing couldn't help laughing.

It stands to reason that such a big child needs to be taken care of by his mother, and even reminded to eat or something.

But when it comes to Song Qing, it seems to be the other way around, but I have to admit that it feels really good to be cared for by my son.

"Son, you are really a mother's baby." Song said softly, reached out and rubbed his son's hair, and pinched his son's face again.

Listening to her mother say that she is her sweetheart? Zhao Yu's face was unconsciously red.

Zhao Yu is used to being touched by his mother from time to time, and he still enjoys it.

Song Qing watched TV and occasionally talked to his son.

Not long? Just see neatly dressed? A young man with an apron walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of ravioli on a tray.

He is naturally Lu Wu, the younger brother of the new private chef Lu Sheng.

Lu Wu is very young and doesn't look much older than a high school student? Slightly darker skin? is a young man who looks honest and honest.

Or if he were studying, he would have been admitted to university at most? Because his actual age is only twenty years old.

Seeing Lu Wu walking out with something, Zhao Cheng spoke in a deep voice.

"Bring it here."

"Yes, sir." Lu Wu answered, and walked to the coffee table with the tray in his back.

Putting the small wontons on the tray on the coffee table, Lu Wu opened his mouth and said, "Sir? Madam, you eat slowly, I also steamed the buns, and I will bring them to you. ”

In the past, Lu Wu felt that the rich people's breakfast should be the same as in the TV series, and they had to prepare a table of bells and whistles when they got up early in the morning.

So when I came here today, I was still nervous, and I didn't know what to do.

As a result, I didn't expect to make a few bowls of mutton noodle soup as soon as I came? It was unexpected. The main thing is that the little boss seems to be very satisfied with his craft.

After that, I prepared the chicken soup and wontons, and I was very happy to be recognized for my cooking skills as a chef.

Simple breakfast, but looking very appetizing.

Song Qing looked at the small wontons on the coffee table in front of them? Does the soup look light? There are also green onions floating on it.

How many pieces of chicken can you still see in the bowl? It looks delicious.

"It smells so good, I'll try it."

As a foodie? Song Qing will never be able to resist eating.

Song leaned forward a little, then reached out and picked up the spoon, and drank a little soup first.

Just took a sip? Immediately, it was a sight to behold.

"This soup feels so light and delicious, and it tastes inexplicably delicious." Or is the taste inexplicably familiar? It's as if you've tasted it before.

While speaking, Song Qing ate another small wonton.

Naturally, the wontons are not chicken, but pork filling, and there seems to be a taste of shiitake mushrooms in the filling. And the meat is very tender and soft, and it feels like it melts in your mouth.

"Zhao Cheng, you taste it, it's delicious." Song said lightly and continued to bow his head, while drinking the soup, it was a mouthful of wontons, and it was very fragrant.

"If you like it, eat more." Zhao Cheng said as he reached out and picked up the spoon and began to eat the wontons.

Sure enough, it's this familiar taste again.

This familiar taste is the same as when I was in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Some things are made of the same ingredients, but the taste varies greatly depending on the method.

Compared with milk, lettuce, ham sausage, what other way to eat bread messy, Zhao Cheng and they prefer this simple and ordinary breakfast.

Seriously, there are many ways to eat those Western foods, and Zhao Cheng is not used to them.

Especially what kind of steak is a little cooked, just cutting it down with a knife and looking at it bloody, let alone eating, just looking at him is a burst of nausea I can't stand it.

Therefore, the meat must be cooked thoroughly, delicious and healthy.

When Song Qing and Zhao Cheng were eating small wontons, they saw Lu Wu come over with something again.

It was a plate of delicately arranged buns and a plate of pastries.

"Sir, madam, you still like it, this is what the little master asked me to make for you."

"Okay, I'll eat." Song said softly, reached out and picked up a bun, took a bite, and nodded instantly.

"Don't say that your craft is really good, ordinary buns can be made so delicious. Lu Wu, why didn't you open a breakfast shop or something if you have such good craftsmanship. Otherwise, business will definitely be booming. ”

Lu Wu smiled honestly after hearing this.

"I used to want to open it, but then my sister got sick and couldn't open it."

The money he spent to open the store has been spent, and he may not be able to open it so far.

But for them, the money is gone, and the most important thing is that he hopes that his sister can get better soon.