When Xia Zhenhua was driving, he glanced at Xia Huashu, who had been staring at the painting.

"Shushu, you like this painting so much! Did Song Baoxuan paint this painting for you on the spot? ”

Xia Zhenhua asked euphemistically, he was afraid to ask Xia Huashu directly, whether this painting was painted by Song Baoxuan, Xia Huashu would be unhappy.

Xia Zhenhua didn't want to make his baby daughter angry because of this kind of thing.

Xia Huashu looked at Xia Zhenhua and said with a smile.

"It was painted by Xiaobao! Xiaobao didn't finish painting yesterday, and she was almost finished when we went today. ”

"Did you see her drawing?"

"Yes! Xiaobao drew it for us yesterday. ”

"And how did she draw yesterday?"

Xia Huashu felt that Xia Zhenhua was a little abnormal.

"Dad, you're so strange, why do you ask so many questions?"

"Ahem, no, I just thought this painting was very good, so I just asked."

Xia Zhenhua didn't continue to ask, otherwise Xia Huashu might be unhappy.

Regardless of whether this painting was painted by Song Baoxuan or not, then it should be painted by her!

Xia Huashu took the painting and asked Xia Zhenhua with a wrinkled face.

"Oh, Xiaobao is really amazing! Give me a picture back, and you say I want her to be ugly, isn't that too bad? ”

"Shushu is not bad, or we won't make her ugly."

"No, Xiaobao can't be better looking than me. Dad, I will drink brown sugar ginger water every day in the future. ”

Xia Zhenhua took out a hand and touched Xia Huashu's head.

Xia Huashu slapped Xia Zhenhua's hand away.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"I wonder if our Shushu has a fever? Aren't you the one who hates ginger the most? ”

Xia Huashu really hates ginger so much that ginger has never appeared in their family, and now Xia Huashu actually wants to drink brown sugar ginger water every day, which is really shocking.

"Dad hates it, Shushu is not sick."

Xia Huashu suddenly approached Xia Zhenhua mysteriously and said.

"Dad, I'll tell you a secret. I'm just going to tell you one person, don't tell anyone else! ”

Xia Zhenhua was also very cooperative with Xia Huashu and replied in a low voice.

"Okay."

"Dad, do you know why Song Baoxuan is so good-looking?"

"I don't know, does Shushu know?"

"Mmmm, I know, because she drinks brown sugar ginger water to look so good."

Xia Zhenhua: "..."I'm sure, Shushu, you have been deceived."

Xia Rui, who has been silent, "..."My silly sister."

"Dad, don't tell anyone, brother can't either."

Xia Rui: "Don't think that I didn't hear it if I was quiet.

"Okay, but how does Shushu know that drinking brown sugar ginger water will look good."

"Hmm, Xiaobao didn't tell me, this is what I guessed, Dad, am I powerful?"

“… It's amazing, but Shushu, you're already beautiful, so don't drink brown sugar ginger water! ”

Xia Zhenhua didn't want Xia Huashu to eat what he hated.

"No, I want to drink, I want to look better than Xiaobao."

“… Uh, well! ”

Xia Zhenhua felt that Xia Huashu might not be able to hold on after drinking it once or twice, after all, Xia Huashu really hated ginger too much.

Song Baoxuan didn't know that she was fooling around, but Xia Huashu kept remembering that she might have forgotten herself.

Song Zhi and Song Baoxuan planned to go to the county town a few days before the New Year, so that they could assemble the finished furniture before the New Year.

Today is also very cold, Li Dahua wrapped Song Baoxuan so that only two eyes remained.

She also packed some sausages and glutinous rice for Master Jin and Zheng Laozi.

Song Baoxuan took some vegetables from her own space and gave them to Old Man Zheng, and the last time Zheng Huawen asked her to provide vegetables, Song Baoxuan refused.

Because of the large number of things in the space provided to Zheng Huawen too often, he will inevitably have some doubts after a long time.

Song Baoxuan didn't have any good way to make Zheng Huawen suspect him, so he could only refuse his request.

Fortunately, Zheng Huawen didn't say anything, and he didn't complain or blame Song Baoxuan in his heart, he just felt a little sorry!

Li Dahua looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Be careful on the road, come back early, and my mother will make dumplings for you tonight."

"Okay, I want to eat the dumplings from my mother's bag too."

Song Rongchang patted Song Zhi's shoulder and asked.

"It's cold and slippery, be careful when you ride a bike, don't be in a hurry, and hold the faucet."

"Well, dad, don't worry, I won't drop Bao Xuan."

Wu Yan also said to Song Zhi next to him.

"Watch out on the road."

"Got it, daughter-in-law."

It wasn't until they saw that Song Baoxuan and Song Zhi couldn't see their figures, and Song Rongchang and Li Dahua didn't return to the courtyard.