Zhao Cheng: "If you're hungry, eat something first." ”

Song nodded lightly.

"Okay."

Looking at the confinement meal eaten by the pregnant woman on the table, Song Qing couldn't help but sigh with chopsticks, "It's so rich, I feel that I was raised by you like this, and I'm afraid it's a little difficult to lose weight." ”

Zhao Cheng disagreed when he heard this: "This is good, there is no need to reduce it." ”

She lost her body when she gave birth to this child, and now he asked people to collect all kinds of elixir stews for her to eat, just to raise them back, and she also wanted to lose weight, which is naturally not good.

Song Qing drank half a bowl of porridge first, then ate something else, and finally ate fish and drank half a bowl of fish soup.

When eating fish and drinking fish soup, Song Qing couldn't help but comment, "Today's fish soup is a little lighter, although it is very light, it still has a bit of mushy taste, this fish soup is different from what I ate before, both in appearance and taste." Have we changed cooks in our family? ”

As a foodie, Song Qing is very accomplished in eating, what is the taste, she can feel it as soon as she eats it.

Zhao Cheng: "......"

Zhao Cheng: "I didn't change. ”

Song raised his eyebrows: "Huh? ”

Zhao Cheng's face was hot: "I cooked it." ”

Song was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with wide eyes, "You said you cooked the fish soup?" ”

Zhao Cheng: "Hmm. ”

"Damn, you know how to cook fish soup." Looking at the remaining half of the fish in the bowl, Song Qing's heart was warm, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped, did he actually cook for her himself?

"I'll just say why this fish soup is so delicious today, it turned out to be cooked by the prime minister of my family, then I must finish it."

"I didn't expect you to cook fish soup for me personally, touched, dear, you are so good."

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook, is there anything else you can't do?"

glanced at Song Qing, and his old face turned red, "Cooking a fish soup is already the limit of being a husband." ”

Song Qing was a little curious when he heard this, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhao Cheng hugged his son lightly, and was silent for a while before he spoke: "This is the best fish I have ever cooked." ”

After listening to Zhao Cheng's words, Song Qing quickly reacted, "That means that before that, you cooked a lot of noodles?" ”

It's not a lot of bars, half a barrel is almost gone.

Zhao Cheng didn't think so, nodded in response, "It's not cooked, it's poured." ”

“……”

Song Qing understood, he didn't know how to feel before before, as for being able to cook fish soup, it was because he learned it himself.

It's hard to imagine that scene, Song Qing's hand holding the spoon paused, and couldn't help but joke.

"Is the kitchen still alive?"

Zhao Cheng felt that Song Qing was like having long eyes. He looked down at his son with a hot face and said casually, "It's okay." ”

Feeling her gaze, Zhao Cheng added, "It almost burned, but it doesn't matter." ”

“……”

Song Qing didn't know what to say, his heart was hot, and his eyes were a little sour. This person has always been really good to her.

Reaching out and picking up a strand of black hair from his chest.

"You're so nice."

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes to meet her bright eyes, and couldn't help but say lightly: "Eat more." ”

"My third master made it, I will definitely finish it, this is definitely the happiest and best fish soup I have ever drunk."

Although he knew that he could still eat it with his own craftsmanship, but seeing her happy, Zhao Cheng felt that today was not in vain.

At this moment, the son in Zhao Cheng's arms fell asleep again, his little fists were clenched, and he was really obedient and cute.

Looking at his sleeping son, Song Qing couldn't help but look at Zhao Cheng when he thought that the child hadn't been named yet.

"By the way, what's our son's name?"

"I've thought of a lot of names for my son these days, but they don't feel right."

"Name?"

Zhao Cheng has been worried about Song Qing's body these days, but he really didn't pay attention to this.

What's the name?

His gaze inadvertently fell on the remaining half of the fish in front of Song Qing.

"Zhao Yu."

Song Qing couldn't help but ask, "Which word?" ”

Zhao Cheng used his fingers to write the word Yu on the table.

Song Qing: "Is this Yu?" ”

"Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, it feels really good, and the meaning of this word is also good. It's much better than what I thought before, then our son's name will be Zhao Yu, well, it's really good, or you are knowledgeable. ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, just glanced at the remaining half of the fish that Song Qing had eaten in front of him, and felt a little weak. It seems that it is better not to let your wife know.

Song Qing reached out and touched his son's head.

"Baby, you will be called Zhao Yu in the future."

"Zhao Yu, Yu Yu, Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu'er."

"Little fish."

"Your name is Zhao Yu, how about your mother call you Xiaoyuer in the future? Mother's little fish, hehe, it's quite smooth. ”

"Zhao Yu, Xiao Yu'er."

“……”

Zhao Cheng lowered his head silently.

Son, I really can't blame the father this time.

Zhao Yu naturally didn't know the origin of his name, and when he knew, it was a long, long time later.

At that time, he could only look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and sigh.

Mom and Dad are true love, as for him, it is given by the phone bill.

But that's all for later.

"Sasha—"

The breeze outside the window blew, and there was the sound of leaves rustling, and in the room, in the half-open bed curtain, Zhao Cheng leaned on the head of the bed, while Song Qing, who had eaten and drunk enough, was half-lying in his arms and whispering to him.

Although most of them were Song Qing's words, the third master listened patiently, responding from time to time, and occasionally hearing Song Qing's laughter. And not far from them lay their son, who was already asleep.

Zhao Cheng looked down slightly at the woman lying quietly in his arms, and gently touched her hair with his hand.

Feeling that he was touching his hair, Song Qing couldn't help but ask, "Is my hair very long." ”

Zhao Cheng: "Well, it's grown a lot. ”

Song Qing stretched out his hand and touched his hair, and couldn't help but complain, "I knew that I wouldn't dye my hair, but now that my hair is long, the color is asymmetrical, I'm going to wait for it to grow a little longer, cut these out, and leave it black." ”

Zhao Cheng: "Nonsense, how can you cut your hair." ”

Generally speaking, when a woman says that she wants to cut her hair, she undoubtedly wants to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha.

Song Qing also thought of this stubble, and thought differently in different times.

"Forget it, I just don't think this hair looks good."

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng said: "It's okay, let Xu Zhao mix some potions for you in a few days, and the color will be the same when you wash it." ”

And he believes that it doesn't matter what color he wants.

"That's okay, will there be any side effects, that is, it's not good for the skin, or hair loss or something?"

"No, it won't."

"Then I'm going to try."

This is simply more powerful than modern hair coloring techniques.

"Okay, when you are well, let Xu Zhao deploy."

"Yes, you can do it anytime, for now." Song whispered, leaning closer to him, reaching out to wrap his arms around his neck, and chuckled.

"I suddenly want to kiss you."

A hot lip.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and his words were passive and active.

After the kiss, Song looked at him with a blushing face.

"I love you."

"Ma'am."

Zhao Cheng smiled faintly, called her softly, reached out to hold her hand and put it on his lips and kissed it.

I love you too.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

……

(End of chapter)