Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing was startled, never expecting that what was waiting for him was not sticky sweet words, but a thank you.

The hand that was touching his son's feet was raised, and moved to ravage Nangong Yu's handsome face that was filled with anger.

"Honey, be good. You don't need to say thank you to me. If you really want to thank me, just pamper me and love me more in the future."

The words came out of her mouth and she didn't even pay attention to whether Huo Donor would change his heart and stop loving her in the future.

She has never worried about anything because of this. Nangong Yu has always given her a great sense of security and she has her own confidence.

"Hoo~"

The child Chang Ying shouted in a decent manner, as if he was echoing his mother's words,

There is still glistening drool left on the mouth from eating the hand, which is so cute.

Nangong Yu didn't know what the different meanings were from his wife's words. His smile deepened and he took a soft little handkerchief and wiped the corners of his son's mouth.

"good."

It takes about half a cup of tea,

As usual, Eunuch De appeared at the door of the palace with a group of people carrying toiletries, and carefully knocked on the door.

Nangong Yu glanced at her and opened her lips before entering. His tall and strong body came close to his wife's soft lips and gave her a sweet kiss.

The dry and warm palms touched his son's little head again, and then he pulled away.

"Huh, huh..."

There was a sound coming from outside of the palace people waiting for the emperor to wash himself. The little guy inside the bed curtain was very interested in this.

My ears were twitching and I listened carefully. Every time I heard one or two words from my father, I hummed in a milky voice.

Song Qing found it interesting and joked with interest while patiently wiping the child's saliva.

"You recognize your father's voice so quickly? Could it be that our Yinger is still a little prodigy?"

However, what does little child Nangong Changying know? Little child Nangong Changying can only hum and spit out bubbles when he is happy.

Not crying, not making trouble, and not losing the golden beans is the greatest kindness to the father, the queen, and the queen.

Maybe I got enough sleep at night,

The little guy never meant to accompany his mother to sleep in the cage again. Not long after the imperial guard of honor left,

Song Qing also pulled the bell rope hanging down the bed curtain to call Yuan'er in. The pain after childbirth had not gone away.

Everything I do is much slower than before. By the time I finish washing up, the sun has already risen completely.

The food in the dining room is full of fragrance,

Yuan'er opened the lid of the casserole, took a white jade spoon and poured the steaming soup into a small bowl, and presented it to Song Qing like a treasure.

"My wife, please try it. I think you will definitely like this bowl of soup."

The little girl's round face has a mysterious expression, and her round eyes also reveal the shining light of expectation.

"Is there wine?"

For a person who has been a drunkard for more than 20 years before she got pregnant, oh no, for more than 40 years in her two lives,

The tangy aroma that spilled out when the lid of the casserole was lifted was enough for Song Qing to smell it.

"Yes, Madam." Yuan'er Chicken nodded as she pecked the rice, "Madam, you have a good nose. This soup is called Ginger Wine Chicken, and it contains glutinous rice and rice wine."

"The chef said that this soup is an indispensable tonic soup for women during postpartum period. He also said that you love wine, so I am sure you will like to drink this soup."

Yuan'er was worried. In fact, she didn't know whether this soup would suit the queen's taste.

In fact, it’s the soybean and pig’s trotters soup, crucian carp soup and the like that women should drink after giving birth. The empress got tired of them and didn’t like to drink them.

I can only try this ginger wine chicken dish that has just been introduced from the folk. Speaking of soybean and pig trotters soup,

The emperor has been quite fond of drinking these past few months, and every once in a while he orders the imperial kitchen to bring it to him during dinner.

"good."

Song Qing tasted a few mouthfuls and commented, but still said, "From now on, just keep these soups and soups for lunch and dinner."

There is no need to take such heavy supplements early in the morning. The weight of Huailan dumplings keeps increasing.

Now that I’ve finally unloaded my food, I’d better hurry up and lose weight.

Donor Huo really liked to touch the soft flesh on her belly, saying it felt good, but she missed the devilishly curved figure from before.

It has always been a woman's nature to love beauty, so I have to say that deciding to have a child really requires courage.

It was still early after breakfast,

While Song Qing was playing with Lan Tuanzi, who was lying on the pear wood bed, she was imagining the scene in which her son would be as big as the little star of the Huo family.

Well, when the time comes, you can hold me in your arms without restraint, kiss and hold you high,

Pinch your soft and waxy cheeks as much as you want, unlike now, they are too small, a little ball,

She and Donor Huo were very careful when hugging him, for fear of hurting the little guy's delicate skin.

"Boo~"

The little guy ate his hands and enjoyed the mother's gentle touch. He spit out bubbles when he was happy. He was a very good baby.

This surprised the nuns and nurses who were waiting nearby, and they kept praising Song Qing.

How could Song Qing, a first-time mother, not like to hear others praise her dumplings? The smile in her beautiful eyes grew stronger,

He poked Nangong Changying's child's cheek with his fingertips. The soft and tender touch felt great. He asked with a gentle smile,

"Why are we so obedient like goldfish? Did we practice blowing bubbles when we were in the mother's belly?"

"Boo~"

Song Qing responded with another spit bubble from the little guy. Song Qing laughed out loud and said to herself while reaching out to Yuan'er for a handkerchief,

"Our Ying'er doesn't have a nickname yet. Since we love making bubbles, why don't we just call him Little Goldfish?"

The little guy looked at his mother with a pair of bright and clear eyes. He was quiet and well-behaved. If you look carefully, there is the shadow of Nangong Yu in his eyebrows.

Song Qing's heart became softer and softer, and she changed her words, "The goldfish is a bit small, why don't we name our eldest daughter Little Whale?"

The love that donor Huo gave her was like the deep sea, and their little friend was called Little Whale.

In the future, if you like a girl, you should be as affectionate as his father and don't be a scumbag.

"Meow~"

There is no such thing as a scumbag man, but there is a scumbag cat who was a scumbag in my previous life.

The dark clouds jumped out of nowhere, and a ball of black coal nimbly jumped over the threshold of the side hall.

"Meow meow meow~"

Wuyun came to Song Qing, raised his head and meowed softly, with several colorful flowers on his dark body.

"What's wrong with your throat?"

Song Qing just thought that Wu Yun had gone to the imperial garden to roll around in the flowers and play with butterflies early in the morning, and didn't care.

Instead, he noticed something was wrong with Wuyun's voice. Normally, his meows were not so quiet.

"Meow meow meow~"

Wu Yun didn't know how to explain to the beautiful owner that he was afraid of scaring the little owner, so he meowed softly.

I can only stand up my dark cat tail as high as possible,

So that the master can see the little red flower on the tip of its tail, which is a greeting gift for the little master.

"For me?"

Song Qing noticed it quickly, reached out and took it out to look at, then held the little red flower in front of Wu Yun's eyes, shook it from side to side, and said tentatively,

"Meow~"

Wu Yun shook his head, his jewel-green eyes eagerly looking at the pear wood bed,

Song Qing understood, and patted Wu Yun's head in a funny way, then put the little red flower next to Nangong Changying's child's soft pillow.

"Meow~~!"

Not to mention how excited the dark clouds were, the dark clouds were spinning back and forth around the little bed.

Those who still have two thousand will be paid tomorrow, and six thousand will be paid back tomorrow. Ah, I broke my word, I am a sinner.