After queuing for more than ten minutes, we finally got them.
This is the first time for Rong Ting to walk through the manual checkout channel. The small shelves at the cash register are full of small commodities, and he just wants to see what they are when he is idle and bored.
Chewing gum, hey, he has eaten it, the taste is not bad, and it is fun to blow bubbles.
He dared to take a bottle of fruit-flavored gum and set it on the cash register.
Seeing that his father didn't respond, he lowered his head to see what else he could buy. After a while, he took another pack of Skittles and a silver box. Although it didn't say it was candy, it should be edible. !
Rong Heng also knew that Rong Ting was taking things, he glanced at them, they were all colorfully packaged things, so he didn't take it to heart.
It's better to queue up and go manually. The cashier reports the amount, and he pays the money directly from the wallet. Although the queuing is slow, it is obvious that this method is more convenient.
"Take your receipt."
Rong Heng put the receipt in his coat pocket casually, then carried the shopping bag and left the supermarket with Rong Ting.
Although the supermarket is fully heated, there are too many people, and the air is not circulated, which makes people feel stuffy and panic, but they feel comfortable after coming out.
The father and son didn't bother to go shopping in other shopping malls and went straight home.
After returning home, Rong Ting found out the bucket of instant noodles he was holding and hid them, then ran to the kitchen and asked, "Father, do you need my help?"
He always felt that his father seemed to be inferior to him in this matter.
Rong Heng shook his head and was rolling up his sleeves, "No need."
Although he said no, Rong Ting was still worried. He moved a small bench and sat down in the kitchen to watch. Seeing that his father was about to cook even if he didn't plan to wash the rice, he hurriedly reminded him, "Father, you have to wash the rice." Rice, I see that my mother washes the rice two or three times before cooking."
"… Oh."
Then Rong Ting saw the needles and carefully told Rong Heng how to turn on the gas stove and the range hood, which made Rong Ting very desperate. Although he didn't like eating in restaurants outside, he could face the situation , he wanted to say, father, why don't we go out to eat.
It's just that he didn't dare to say it, because his father seems to be very persistent and serious about this matter, and now he can only rejoice that there are labels on the condiments in the kitchen. His father probably wouldn't regard white sugar as salt, nor would he Will treat vinegar as soy sauce.
Although Rong Heng has no experience in cooking, he is a smart person after all. After reading the recipe Sun Qiming sent him, the above steps are very detailed. He has gone through it in his mind several times, and now he is ready to start up.
Originally, Rong Ting had no hope or expectation for this lunch, but after looking at it, he found that... he can look forward to it a little bit.
The person Rong Ting admired the most was his father. Although he came to this era, he had doubts and guesses about what kind of person his father was, but this did not affect his respect.
Originally, Rong Ting felt a lot more relaxed after telling his doubts and secrets yesterday, but now seeing his father cooking seriously, he couldn't help thinking that he heard it from his mother's place. The answer is just the conjecture of the queen mother. Should I ask my father personally? He just wanted to ask my father why he pretended to have amnesia, why he lied...
He didn't know if he wanted to ask, so he simply came out of the kitchen, went directly to his bedroom, closed the door with his backhand, and quietly dialed his mother's phone number.
The queen mother said that he could ask her about anything he couldn't make up his mind about.
In the hospital, Grandpa Song kept clamoring for something sweet. After seeking advice from the doctor, Song Yuan came to the vending machine in the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient department. Before he could put money in, his phone rang , took the mobile phone out of her pocket, and saw that the caller ID was a cute little Gu Gu, she subconsciously laughed, and when she picked up the phone, her voice became softer unconsciously, "Gu Gu, what's the matter?"
"Mother..." Rong Ting covered the phone and lowered his voice, "I want to ask Father, why do you pretend to have amnesia and why do you lie? Mother, is it okay?"
Song Yuan knows that his son is a very serious person, and he must find the answer to his doubts.
Although she didn't want her relationship with Rong Heng to affect him, and deep down she didn't want him to know these things, but when he really wanted to find an answer, she wouldn't stop him, she was silent for a moment, She said softly: "If you really want to ask, just ask. He is your father, and you two should be very close. "
"Will the father blame me? Will he scold me?" Rong Ting asked her uncertainly.
"Has he ever scolded you?" Song Yuan asked him back.
Rong Ting shook his head, only to realize that he was talking on the phone, and hurriedly replied: "No, Father is just strict with me, as if he never scolded me."
"If you want to ask, just ask. If he scolds you or blames you, you can tell me again."
After hearing this, Rong Ting was no longer afraid!
Yes, it is different now than before! He used to be in the palace, but the queen mother was not there, and now the queen mother is by his side, so he has a mother.
"Okay! I'll ask my father later!"
"Yep."
The "wait" that Rong Ting said kept procrastinating, and finally waited until the food was cooked and brought to the table, it was already past one o'clock. He was already hungry, thinking about talking after dinner.
In fact, it is also a skill to cook strictly according to the steps of the recipe, and to make it unpalatable.
It is impossible for a perfectionist like Rong Heng to make dark dishes. He followed the recipe every step of the way, and the braised chicken wings in the end tasted okay, and the steamed sea bass didn't need any skills. The bucket of instant noodles bought from the supermarket was also forgotten by Rong Ting in the corner. After eating, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, with a satisfied expression on his face. It's far away, he just feels... his life is a little more complete, and it's really something to be happy about having eaten the meals made by the queen mother and the emperor father.
When Rong Heng was packing the dishes, he looked at his son, feeling a little regretful in his heart. If he was over ten years old this year, this kind of thing could be left to him.
Although there was a dishwasher, Rong Heng didn't know how to operate it, so he had to roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes himself.
It was the first time in his life that he did things like cooking and washing dishes.
Rong Heng had no choice but to laugh at himself, he was also proud in his bones, but many things he thought he would not do even if he died, have become things that he really wanted to do in the past few years after losing her. Such as taking care of her like an ordinary man, such as bowing to her actively.
Rong Ting has the habit of taking a nap, but today he and his father are the only ones around, so he doesn't dare to take a nap anymore. He sits on the sofa with the History of the Subjugation of the Ming Dynasty and flips it, his eyelids twitching.
"You can read these books carefully, and you can learn some lessons." Rong Heng sat down beside him, and said in a deep voice, "When a dynasty prospers, it also perishes. Many things don't have to be forced. Ten years from now, there will be a foolish king, and when the people are in dire straits, someone will overthrow him."
"Father!" Rong Ting didn't expect Father to say such words.
"Don't be surprised. As the crown prince, you only need to guarantee two things. First, you will be a good emperor after you succeed to the throne. Second, choose a Mingjun successor. If many people can do one thing, it is already very good , but I hope you can do both."
Holding the book in his hands, Rong Ting didn't understand what his father meant.
He was silent for a while, then mustered up the courage to turn his head and asked Rong Heng, "Father, there is one thing I can't figure out, can you answer it?"
"What's the matter?" Rong Heng was flipping through the newspaper.
"Father, do you really not remember anything?"
Rong Heng was not surprised by this question, he knew his son well, so he whispered: "Why do you ask that?"
"I don't think you have lost your memory." Rong Ting stared at him, "I always felt that something was wrong until you gave your mother a plum blossom. I don't think it's a coincidence. Father, yesterday I tested you without your permission. You The performance when you saw the Guanyin jade pendant has already proved that you have not forgotten it. I just can't figure it out, why did you do this, why did you lie?"
Rong Heng was silent, and then said: "You told her."
"Well, I told my queen yesterday, and my queen told me that there are several kinds of lies. I don't know which one you are, and I haven't figured out your intentions."
Rong Heng's complexion changed slightly, "What else did she say?"
Rong Ting recalled it for a while, then tilted his head and replied: "The queen mother said that you have fulfilled your responsibilities as a father and a king. Maybe you have your own considerations. The queen mother didn't seem surprised. I asked her, and she said..."
"What did she say?" Rong Heng swept away his previous calmness, and even became a little nervous.
"The queen mother said that she is used to it." Rong Ting was puzzled, and then said to himself, "Did my grandfather often lie to the queen mother too?"
Rong Heng was shocked in his heart.
That's right, he used to think that Rong Ting was the one who said something to her, but now that he thinks about it, he was really wrong, because of his arrogance, he even missed the point of explanation. The best chance.
Even though he was surprised and panicked inside, he still managed to calm himself down.
His son is still waiting for his answer.
Rong Heng's gaze was on his own hands, the person who wanted to grab them with all his strength, could they grab them again
"Father..." Seeing that he was silent, Rong Ting called him softly again.
Rong Heng came back to his senses, regained his composure before, even with a helpless smile on his face, he said in a deep voice: "As long as you live, you will always encounter things that make you unable to control yourself, I lied to you, Lied to your mother, it was indeed done after consideration. Maybe you will understand in a short time, but I hope you will never realize that I can't help myself. "
"The person who tried his best to tell lies is actually very scared in his heart, afraid that he will make a wrong step."
"Rong Ting, it's not that I don't want to be honest, it's that I have no choice."
Rong Ting's expression was blank. With his current experience, he couldn't understand these words, just like he was used to not understanding the empress's words.
Rong Heng stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, but still patted Rong Ting's shoulder, and said with a smile: "My father hopes that you will become a fearless and tough king in the future, don't be like me."