"Oh, Lady Nan Feng is shy now, look, whether you remember him or not, you like him, hahaha," Song Cheng laughed to himself.
Whether you remember him or not, you like him?
That day, Madam Song also came and prepared a table of delicious dishes for them; her cooking skills were indeed excellent.
Nan Feng couldn't recall any of their stories and couldn't help but ask, "Lord Song, Madam Song, is it just the two of you living together now? What about your children?"
Song Cheng and Madam Song looked at each other, but Madam Song now seems to have no worries, so she smiled and said, "We have a daughter who is already married. She wrote to us not long ago, saying she had a big chubby boy. Also, Old Song has a son born to a concubine; they didn't come here with us. Old Song settled them in the old house in the Capital City. In short, they also live without worries about food and clothing; it's only us who ended up in this harsh place. But whom can we blame? This is my fate."
