When Song Zhaodi went home with firewood on his back, the big guy had just finished lunch.

She just walked and rested before returning home, and Song Zhaodi put the firewood in the yard.

Song Baoxuan saw Brother Song Zhaodi coming back with such a big bundle of firewood, so she walked over and said.

"Brother Zhao, we left you lunch, you can wash your hands and go to eat!"

"Thank you, little aunt, I'll take this firewood and put it in the kitchen!"

The small kitchen is Song Baoxuan's own kitchen, while Song Zhaodi and Wu Yan are still sharing a kitchen.

Without Chen Meili, they still share a kitchen very harmoniously, so they don't waste money to build another kitchen.

Song Baoxuan looked at Brother Song Zhao and asked.

"You want to give us all this firewood?"

"Well, I'll help you carry it back."

Brother Song Zhaodi and they all had lunch with Song Baoxuan at noon during this time, so Brother Song Zhaodi wanted to help Song Baoxuan and them carry some firewood.

She can't eat so many meals for nothing, she will not be able to bear it.

Song Baoxuan smiled and said.

"No need, you can keep it for yourself!"

Brother Song Zhaodi shook his head at Song Baoxuan.

"No, little aunt, you... Would you like to take it? I also want to help with some work. ”

"You've helped a lot, washing the dishes and tidying up the table every day."

"These are what I should do, can you take it from Aunt Firewood?"

Song Baoxuan nodded helplessly, Song Zhaodi's character is not very good for herself, which makes her easy to suffer.

"Okay. I'll take it, and I'll carry the firewood inside with you!" ”

Song Zhaodi and Song Baoxuan worked together to move the firewood into the small kitchen, Song Zhaodi's palm was injured, and when he touched the wound when carrying the firewood, it hurt a little.

But she didn't say a word, as if nothing happened.

After Song Baoxuan put down the firewood, she accidentally saw the wound on Song Zhaodi's palm, and she walked over and picked up Song Zhaodi's hand.

Song Zhaodi subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but was firmly grasped by Song Baoxuan, so that she couldn't retract it.

Song Baoxuan saw that there were still some grains of sand in Song Zhaodi's wound, and frowned and said.

"Wrestling? Well? ”

Brother Song Zhaodi lowered his head and said like a child who has done something wrong.

"No... I accidentally fell, I'll be careful next time. ”

"Come with me to deal with some wounds, and don't carry such heavy firewood in the future."

Song Zhaodi thought that Xia Rui also said the same thing to her just now, so she nodded obediently and said.

"Okay."

Song Baoxuan took Song Zhaodi to clean the wound, but Song Zhaodi's wound was too dirty to be cleaned.

Then he took out the medicine and applied it to her, Song Zhaodi was so obedient that he didn't say anything during the whole process.

"Is there any other injury?"

"No... Without. ”

"None? Fell, is your knee okay? ”

Song Zhaodi didn't speak, and Song Baoxuan knew that her knee should also be injured.

Then rolled up the trouser legs on both sides of her, fortunately, Song Zhaodi's trouser legs were loose, and Song Baoxuan easily rolled up the trouser legs.

Song Zhaodi had injuries to both knees, Song Baoxuan sighed and applied medicine to her knees.

Song Zhaodi's knees don't need to be cleaned, there is nothing dirty.

"I'm resting at home these days, don't go out to work, let Xiaoqiu do the laundry, although you are a sister, you can't do everything by yourself, you know?"

"I see."

Song Baoxuan didn't know what to say, although Song Zhaodi promised well now, she might still wash her own clothes later.

The main thing is that Song Qiu shouldn't listen to Song Zhaodi's words to wash clothes.

"You! Don't get used to Xiaoqiu, she is not a person who knows gratitude. ”

Brother Song Zhaodi rarely replied to Song Baoxuan's mouth.

"Little aunt, Xiaoqiu is fine."

Song Baoxuan was speechless, she didn't know why Brother Song Zhaodi still thought Song Qiu was good? Where's the good?

Brother Song Zhaodi was busy from morning to night, Song Qiu played from morning to night, and never took the initiative to help Brother Song Zhao.

"Okay! You let Xiaoqiu do some work for her good, otherwise she won't do anything in the future. ”

Song Zhaodi nodded, since Chen Meili left, Song Zhaodi cherished his family even more.

Especially her sister Song Qiu, she felt that Song Qiu was so young that she had no mother, so she felt very sorry for Song Qiu.

So she tried her best to be nice to Song Qiu, she didn't consider it at all, she was just a motherless child.