Chapter 736 Ordinary Life

Su Wanrou's complexion changed slightly, and she forced a smile, "He...he is busy and has no time."

"It's still your husband who has the ability to make a fortune wherever he goes. Oh, it's Guanshengyuan's snacks. He really deserves to make a fortune!"

The sharp-eyed neighbors recognized the dim sum box in Huo Jinzhi's hand. It was the old brand Guanshengyuan in Songcheng. Dim sum was not cheap, and ordinary people were reluctant to buy it to eat, at least these neighbors were reluctant.

"No, just ordinary life."

Su Wanrou said a few words politely, but no one believed it. Ordinary life is not like this. People like them are called ordinary life. Every day they have to calculate and spend money, and every penny can't wait for three cents. Su Wanrou's kind of life is called life. They can only be said to be alive.

"Hurry up and go home, your parents miss you to death, by the way, your brother is married, and you have a nephew, who is already eight years old." A kind-hearted old lady came over to make a rescue.

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

Su Wanrou left with a smile. She knew her little nephew, named Su Danqing, who was chosen by her father. The meaning was obvious. She hoped that her nephew would become a master of Danqing.

Su's father had studied art for a while when he was young, and he had some talent, but unfortunately, his family background was not very good, and he had no choice but to give up studying painting and became a teacher. It's pretty good, but it's not bad, Su Wanrou can also draw, but her talent is very poor.

As for her younger brother Su Lihong, his talent is even worse than hers. He can't even learn basic basic knowledge, and his studies are also poor. If he didn't look like her father, Su's father would suspect that his son is not his son.

But I heard from my mother's letter that my nephew is quite talented in art, so he shouldn't disappoint his father, right?

Huo Jinzhi followed silently, didn't speak, just smiled when he met people, he didn't know anyone, and didn't know their names, just smiled.

Now it's time for dinner, the corridors are filled with the smell of various dishes, and the space utilization of Songcheng is also the highest, even the corridors are utilized, forming a unique pavilion in Songcheng, which is where the corridors turn Build a small house, used to live in for servants, cold in winter and hot in summer, narrow and stuffy.

Huo Jinzhi glanced into the pavilion, there were six people living in a ten-square-meter house, and they ate around a small table. There were only two bowls of food and a small plate. With a glance, you can see what kind of dish it is.

A bowl of stir-fried green vegetables, a bowl of potherb red fried bean curd, a small plate of fermented bean curd, judging by the color, it should have been eaten for a while, and the whole family lightly tapped it with chopsticks, but took a sip , Huo Jinzhi suspected that the chopsticks did not even dip into the fermented bean curd, no wonder a small piece can be eaten for so long.

Su Wanrou didn't know this family. Over the past ten years, the residents have changed and the old neighbors are not many. When they reached the second floor, the corridors were full of stoves. Su Wanrou's eyes suddenly became wet. She saw her own house, but the door close up.

"Both of them are, and one is on the third floor."

Su Wanrou pointed out that there were some sundries and stoves piled up outside these two rooms, but they were tidy and tidy, and the corridor was also cleaned. The two rooms next to them looked much messier.

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

Su Wanrou couldn't hold back her tears and cried, "Mom, it's me, Wanrou."

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