Su Wanrou's expression changed slightly and she forced herself to smile, "He...he has something to do and has no time."

"It's better that your husband can make money wherever he goes. Oh, it's Guanshengyuan's snack. You really think you're rich!"

The sharp-eyed neighbor recognized the dim sum box held in Huo Jinzhi's hand. It was the old Guansheng Garden in Songcheng. Dim sum is not cheap. Ordinary families are reluctant to buy food, at least these neighbors are reluctant to leave.

"No, it's just a common life."

Su Wanrou said a few words of politeness, but no one believed that Puzhuan life was not like this. They were called Puzhuan life, and they had to calculate spending money every day, and they wanted to make a penny three-pointer. Su Wanrou's life is called life, and they can only say that they are alive.

"Go home quickly, your parents miss you so much. By the way, your brother is married, you have a nephew, you are already eight years old." The kind-hearted old lady came over to rescue the situation.

"I know, I heard from my mother's letter before, but I haven't met you, so I'll go back first."

Su Wanrou said goodbye with a smile. She knew her little nephew, named Su Danqing, which was taken by her father. The meaning was very obvious. I hope that her nephew can become a master of painting.

When Su's father was young, he learned art for a while and had some talent. Unfortunately, his family was not very good. When he encountered war, he had to give up learning painting and became a teacher. He painted when he was free. His level was not very good, but it was not bad either. Su Wanrou could also draw, but she was very talented.

As for her younger brother Su Lihong, her talent is worse than hers. She can't even learn basic introductory knowledge and has poor learning. If she hadn't looked like her father, Su's father would have suspected that his son was not his.

However, I heard from my mother's letter that my nephew is quite talented in art and shouldn't let my father down?

Huo Jinzhi followed silently, without saying a word. When he met someone, he just smiled. He didn't know any of them, nor did he know what they were called, just laughed.

Now it’s time for dinner, and the corridor is filled with all kinds of vegetable fragrances. The space in Songcheng is also the highest utilization. Even the corridor is used to form a unique pavilion in Songcheng. It is built in a small house at the corner of the corridor. It used to be for servants to live in. It was cold in winter and hot in summer, and it is narrow and stuffy.

Huo Jinzhi looked at the pavilion. There were six people living in a house of about ten square meters. They were eating around a small table, with only two bowls of dishes and a small plate. Huo Jinzhi had good eyesight, but he just glanced at him and saw clearly what dish it was.

A bowl of fried vegetables, a bowl of dried tofu fried in snow, and a small piece of fermented tofu in a small plate. Depending on the color, it should have been a while since I ate it. Moreover, the family gently lit it with chopsticks, but after taking a sip, Huo Jinzhi suspected that the chopsticks had not dipped in fermented tofu. No wonder a small piece could be eaten for so long.

Su Wanrou didn't know this family. More than ten years have passed, and the residents have changed, but there are not many old neighbors. When they arrive on the second floor, the corridor is filled with stoves. Su Wanrou's eyes suddenly wet. She saw her home, but the door is closed.

"These two are all, and one is on the third floor."

Su Wanrou pointed, there were some debris and stoves outside the two rooms, but they were cleaned up and the corridors were cleaned. The two rooms next to them looked much more messy.

When he knocked on the door, the old lady's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Su Wanrou couldn't help but shed tears and shouted, "Mom, it's me, Wanrou."
Chapter completed!