Song Baoxuan was full without eating much, Li Dahua said when she saw it.

"Xiaobao, you eat a little more, so as not to be hungry at night."

"Don't eat it, mother, I'm full."

"Okay, Xiaobao, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning? Mother will do it for you. ”

"I like everything my mother does."

Li Dahua said with a smile.

"Then will I cook you bone porridge tomorrow? Early tomorrow morning, someone in the village is killing pigs. ”

"Kill pigs? Is there something big in the village? ”

Usually no one kills pigs, except for those who sell pork, otherwise everyone else keeps pigs for the New Year or buys them.

"Well, Song Wenfu has to hold a banquet when he gets married, Song Wenfu is also nineteen years old, and he is quite old, Song Wenfu was too high-minded before, and he disliked this and that."

"The woman's family is a little poor, she can't look down on it, and the woman's brothers are not happy, saying that it will be easy to subsidize her mother's family in the future, and then Song Wenfu has dragged it to the present."

Li Dahua shook her head, Song Wenfu and his mother Ma Huafang are demons, but she can only talk about other people's affairs in her own home.

Song Baoxuan seems to have some impressions of Ma Huafang, this person is still Fu Yichen's aunt, and Fu Yichen and his uncle's family had a big quarrel before.

Thinking of Fu Yichen, Song Baoxuan said to Li Dahua.

"Mother, I met Fu Yichen in the capital this time, and he is doing much better than before."

Li Dahua was still a little stunned when she suddenly heard Song Baoxuan say the name Fu Yichen, and her memory of Fu Yichen was blurred, after all, there was no contact before.

Song Rongchang looked at Li Dahua's puzzled look and said lightly.

"The child left by Song Guangtao's sister left our village with his father a few years ago."

Li Dahua suddenly slapped her thigh.

"Oh, it's that kid, don't you say I forgot, Xiaobao, did you see him in the capital?"

"Well, by chance."

"Speaking of Fu Yichen, I thought of what Song Guangtao did before, that is really not a person, forget it, don't talk about it."

Song Rongchang looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Girl, did you say Fu Yichen is doing well now?"

"Hmm."

"It's been a long time, and it's not easy for that kid."

Then, Song Rongchang and Li Dahua didn't mention Fu Yichen anymore, they felt that Fu Yichen would not have anything to do with them in the future, after all, Fu Yichen was in the capital!

The capital is 108,000 miles away from their small mountain village, so Fu Yichen and them can't meet each other.

After Song Baoxuan finished eating, she went to teach Song Zhaodi to use that skin care product, and Song Zhaodi and Song Baoxuan entered her room, and she was a little nervous.

Because her room is small and there are a lot of things piled up, although it is not messy, it can be very depressing.

And Song Baoxuan's house is big and warm, and it is very fragrant inside.

However, Song Baoxuan did not show a look of disgust, and Song Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Zhao, this is to wipe your face, have you washed your face?"

"I'm in the shower."

"That's okay, I'll help you wipe it on your face, girls must take care of their faces."

Song Baoxuan's hand gently roamed over Song Zhaodi's face, and Song Zhaodi felt that his face was wet and cool, very comfortable.

"Wipe this once in the morning and once in the evening, and wipe every part of your face!"

Song Zhaodi looked at the small bottle in Song Baoxuan's hand, she was reluctant to wipe it every day, let alone twice a day, wouldn't it be used up quickly.

She lowered her head and whispered.

"Little aunt, I want to save some money."

"No need to save it, this bottle can be used twice a day for two or three months, if you don't use it, it will be wasted if you can't use it then."

In fact, it can be put away for a long time, but Song Baoxuan doesn't say so, she thinks that Song Zhaodi will definitely be reluctant to use it.

Brother Song Zhao said in surprise.

"Huh? Will it still break? ”

"It's going to expire, it's open now, and if it can't be used up in three months, it won't be used, otherwise it will have a bad face if you use it."

Brother Song Zhaodi was taken aback, this thing will still have a rotten face, so if she uses it now, will her face be rotten?

Song Baoxuan seemed to know what Song Zhaodi was thinking, she looked at Song Zhaodi and said again.

"It's okay to use it now, it can make your face whiter and more moisturized, so Brother Song Zhao, don't be reluctant, otherwise it will be wasted, you know?"

Brother Song nodded heavily.

"Little aunt, I see."

She looked at Song Baoxuan's face again and said.

"Little aunt, you gave me such a good thing, so what do you use?"