My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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     When the mother and son were having their morning tea, Chen Linjing and Song Haiping arrived.

Song Haiping was a fan of stir-fried beef noodles, and he ate a large plate by himself. As the saying goes, the strong work together. The reason why Song Yuan was good-looking was because she had good-looking parents. Chen Linjing was now in her forties, but because she was rich and single, she was willing to spend money on her face and figure. When Song Haiping was young, he was even more handsome than the little fresh meats. Even though he was middle-aged, he did not let go of himself. He did not have a beer belly or a bald spot. He looked like a handsome uncle. It was not an exaggeration to say that when Song Yuan and Chen Linjing went out together, people thought they were sisters. Once, when Song Yuan brought Song Haiping for a checkup, the nurse thought they were siblings. After all, they both had the same surname.

The four of them sat at the same table, and they were all good-looking, so they naturally attracted attention.

Song Yuan wanted to pay the bill, but she was stopped by Song Haiping. He said with a straight face, "Dad is here. Do you think I'll let you pay?"

"Rong Ting doesn't count. This meal is for the three of us. I'll pay for my share," Chen Linjing said calmly as she wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Song Haiping: "…"

Well, he understood his ex-wife's character. If it were not for the fact that they had a daughter, after the divorce, his ex-wife would have cut off all contact with him.

After leaving the hotel, Song Haiping drove them to the supermarket to buy groceries.

Song Haiping's cooking skills were good, but there were not many people who could eat his dishes. There were many people everywhere during Christmas, including the supermarket.

In the snack section, the four of them divided into two groups and had different opinions.

"I've never seen such a harsh child. Which child doesn't eat snacks?" Song Haiping became angrier as he spoke. "Rong Ting is so pitiful. She never ate snacks in the past few years!"

He took several packets of potato chips, seaweed, and a few packets of candies and jelly beans from the shelf.

"Yuanyuan, you too. When you were young, you always pestered me to buy Wahaha and Marisol for you. How could you forget? When you were drinking Wahaha, Dad bought boxes of it for you. "

Upon hearing this, Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan, accusing her with his eyes.

Song Yuan was at her wit's end. It was useless for her to crazily study up on her parenting knowledge now. Others were new mothers, while she was a newbie. There was no transition period, so she did not know how to teach children at all. Moreover, in front of Rong Ting, she felt that she did not have any authority as a parent.

Chen Linjing sneered, "So it's you. Yuanyuan used to like eating, but because you often bought her snacks, she didn't like eating anymore. Can't you see that she's as thin as a bamboo pole now?"

Song Haiping was speechless.

He also felt that his precious daughter was too thin.

In the end, they sought common ground while reserving differences. Snacks could be eaten, but they could not eat too much. There was only one bag of potato chips, one bag of seaweed, and two bags of White Rabbit Creamy Candies left in the shopping cart.

Song Yuan followed Chen Linjing to choose the coconut. Song Haiping pushed the shopping cart and helplessly said to Rong Ting, "Rong Ting, don't blame Grandpa. Grandpa tried his best, but the enemy was too overbearing."