My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 10

She downloaded a certain kitchen app on her phone and pushed the cart as she browsed the content. Finally, she decided on today’s menu.

Sweet and sour ribs was a must. Children generally shouldn’t eat dishes that were too spicy, so she could make tomatoes and eggs6. Song Yuan also asked the supermarket chef to pick out a bass for her, preparing to make steamed bass7. These three dishes were relatively easier to make and weren’t that complicated.

The main purpose of visiting the supermarket was to buy food, but it was definitely not the only reason.

The greatest pleasure was, of course, buying snacks.

Song Yuan had a slender physique. Her mother and father stayed in good shape even in their middle age. Even without self-discipline and attention to her figure, she had very formidable genes. As their daughter, she inherited nearly all of the good genes. Two people with a face value of 5 or 6 points gave birth to a daughter with a face value of 7 or 8. It made people very pleasantly surprised.

Since it was established that the little Gugu fellow transmigrated from the ancient era, Song Yuan wouldn’t ask him what snacks he wanted to eat. This child was too disagreeable and might think that she was ridiculing him as a country bumpkin.

She also had no experience with children. She went over to the coolers and took out two packs of Yakult, as well as some yogurt.

Of course, Rong Ting didn’t have the leisure to find faults. Everything here was strange to him. For a child born and raised in the imperial palace, who could count on a single hand the number of times he had left the palace, this was a very novel experience. He still remembered his identity and tried very hard not to look around.

“It seems that many children like to eat nori8.” Song Yuan grabbed a packet of nori and placed it in the shopping cart.

After a short while, the shopping cart was nearly completely full.

Rong Ting remembered a big matter that he nearly overlooked. He asked somewhat incredulously: “Mother Empress, you didn’t bring silver?”

Silver?

He should be referring to money. Song Yuan translated his meaning and communicated simply with Rong Ting. “Brought.”

“Why didn’t gu see you give silver to that peddler?” Rong Ting turned his head and saw a man take some jelly off the shelves and place it in his shopping cart, completely calm. He couldn’t help but gape with wide eyes. “Or could it be that in Mother Empress’s native land, one does not need to pay when one goes out to buy things?”

Song Yuan burst into laughter. “Your way of thinking is quite nice. Naturally you pay money, but the person who collects the money is near the entrance. You can only leave after paying the money.”

Although Rong Ting had a disagreeable temper, and he had been given an education fit for a crown prince, he could occasionally be very modest. “It’s astonishing that there is such a business talent in the world.”

Song Yuan: “…”

Fine, ba! From the perspective of a person from ancient times, modern society would seem very miraculous and very convenient. Gugu’s sigh of admiration wasn’t wrong. The supermarket truly was very convenient, ah.