However, Song Qiu knew that she really had to say thank you to Song Baoxuan, otherwise Song Dali would definitely be angry with her.

Song Qiu finally held back two words.

"Thank you."

"Xiaoqiu, are you saying thank you to me? You don't have to be too forceful! If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I don't want to embarrass you. ”

Song vigorously scolded Song Qiudao.

"Who are you saying thank you to? Won't you call people? ”

“… Thank you, little aunt! ”

"Okay, this is what you should thank, if you are not feeling well, you should go back and rest! Lest you get sick again, I don't have so many herbs for you! ”

Song Dali said to Song Baoxuan.

"Then Baoxuan, let's go first, thank you so much for last night's incident, Xiaoqiu wasn't very sensible just now, don't worry about her."

"Well, she's not very sensible, so of course I won't bother with her! But I hope she doesn't be ignorant in front of outsiders, Xiaoqiu's age is still young, big brother, you have to teach her well, lest she go the wrong way in the future! ”

Song Baoxuan reminded Song Dali a little, and asked him to pay more attention to Song Qiu, lest Song Qiu would grow into a second Chen Meili in the future.

Even more noisy than Chen Meili, after all, Song Qiu is still a little clever, but he just doesn't use a good place.

Song Dali was a little embarrassed when he heard Song Baoxuan say this.

"Eh, I see. Maybe she had a fever last night and her brain burned a little confused. ”

Song Qiu looked at Song Dali's face was not very good, she knew that it was because of her performance in front of Song Baoxuan just now that Song Dali was dissatisfied.

Song Dali restrained his temper because of Song Qiu's fever last night.

Song Qiu rubbed his eyes, making them a little red, and then raised his head and said to Song Dali.

"Dad, I'm sorry just now. It's all to blame for my fever last night, and now I'm still a little unwell, and my head is dizzy, just like that, don't be angry with me. ”

When Song Dali heard Song Qiu's words and the way she was about to cry, his anger subsided.

"Alright, let's go eat first!"

"Well, thank you, Dad."

Song Zhaodi and Song Qiu are still wearing the new cotton clothes made for them by Chen Meili today, and they have been feeling very cold since they got up, as if they were not wearing clothes.

Even when eating, the hands of the two people holding chopsticks were shaking.

Song Dali asked with concern.

"Are you two still feeling cold? How did you shake it like this? ”

"It's cold, Dad, I feel so cold!"

"Huh? You wear a lot of clothes, why do you still feel cold? ”

Chen Meili coughed and said.

"It's probably because the two of them had a fever last night, and it's normal to feel cold today, so there's no need to make a fuss."

Song Chaobao patted his thick cotton clothes and said.

"I don't feel cold at all."

"Chaobao, you just don't have to be cold, they just can't be physical, and they're very hypocritical."

Song Dali glared at Chen Meili, and Chen Meili stopped talking.

Song Zhaodi and Song Qiu later went to add two more clothes to make it a little warmer, but as soon as they went out and were blown by the wind, they shivered, and they couldn't stand it at all!

Song Qiu felt too cold, so she said to Song Zhaodi.

"Sister, it's so cold, I'm going back to bed and lie down, it's too cold outside."

"But... We haven't washed our clothes yet! ”

"I don't want to wash it, I still had a fever last night, and if I go out to the river to wash my clothes, I'll get sick again, sister, if you want to wash it, go wash it yourself!"

After Song Qiu finished speaking, he returned to the house and lay down directly on the bed again, Song Zhaodi also felt very cold, but if he didn't wash his clothes, Chen Meili would definitely be angry.

What else could she do. I can only take my clothes and go to the river to wash my clothes in the cold!

Song Paner came to Song Baoxuan's door, didn't dare to go in, and lingered for a long time.

Song Zhaodi came out with a bucket of clothes, and when he saw her, he asked in a circle at the gate of the courtyard.

"Pan'er, why are you here at the door?"

"Brother and sister Zhao, is Song Baoxuan at home?"

"My aunt is at home, have you come to find my aunt?"

Song Paner took out a black plastic bag from behind her.

"Well, can you help me get this thing to Song Baoxuan?"

Brother Song didn't ask much, so she agreed.

"Okay."

Song Zhaodi put down the bucket, then took the plastic bag in Song Paner's hand, and went in to find Song Baoxuan.

Brother Song Zhaodi knocked on Song Baoxuan's door.

"Little aunt, can I go in?"

"Yes, you can just come in!"

Song Zhaodi pushed open the door and entered Song Baoxuan's room, feeling that his body was instantly warmed up.