Petrification... or petrification...

Three seconds later.

Forget it, just burn it, so as to save those people from spending their time admiring the flowers for entertainment, which is too pointless.

On the way back to the room.

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"Son, you are a little angry today."

"Oh, I'll keep a low profile next time."

"No fire is allowed in the house from now on, otherwise we will have no place to live."

"Oh——" the immature childish voice responded in a long tone.

"You are not allowed to show your penis or penis in front of others or urinate on others."

"Then mother, can you be gentler to me in the future?" The childish voice sounded a bit coquettish.

"From now on, if you be a good boy and don't spit fire, I will be gentler to you." After finishing her words, Chu Qiao stepped into the room and saw the scene in front of her. She immediately ran away and roared with a super high decibel voice.

: "Xiao Huihui, I'm going to chop you up!"

Her banknotes! Her private money!! were destroyed in the clutches of Xiao Huihui!!!

Oh, Xiao Huihui, what are you doing wrong? Why did you tear up your mother's banknotes? Now you are miserable. Mother would have to chop off Xiao Huihui. Chu Xiaoxi quickly picked up Xiao Huihui and disappeared in a flash.

In front of Chu Qiao.

The night was quiet, except for a few ignorant crickets screaming desperately in the corner.

Chu Xiaoxi was already sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking her two fat little feet, and urging her with a milky voice: "Mother, hurry up! Hurry up..."

With a sad look on her face, Chu Qiao walked in with a basin of hot water, placed it beside the bed, rolled up his trouser legs, and reluctantly helped him wash his feet.

Why would Mao do this? Because her father Chu said, despite our big house, we actually don’t have much money. If this continues, all the money in the house will be spent on repairing the house. Fortunately, today we are burning peonies.

The house in the west wing was burned. Today, the two of them had to move into the servants' room. The reason why Xiao Xi was like this was entirely because her mother didn't care enough, so she had to take care of Xiao Xi herself while the house was being repaired.

Xi's diet and daily life is euphemistically called: promoting communication between mother and child, and reducing the number of times the house and items in the house are waiting for fire.

"Mom, Xiao Huihui said it wasn't intentional, please don't chop it up, okay?" Chu Xiaoxi said in a sweet voice to please her little friend.

"Okay, I won't chop it, I'll fry it." She felt heartbroken when she thought of her banknotes, two hundred taels, two hundred taels, just gone.

"Xiao Huihui said he was willing to work to pay off the debt." He continued to plead.

"Working?" Chu Qiao smiled, "Then it would be better to peel off its skin and sell it in the market quickly."

Afraid that her mother would really peel off Xiao Huihui's skin, the clever Chu Xiaoxi quickly changed the subject: "Mother, are Xiao Xi's feet white?"

While Chu Qiao washed his feet, she answered mechanically: "Bai."

"Does it smell good?"

"fragrant."

"Mother, mother, please ask me quickly, are you a little white rabbit?"

"Okay," a certain woman continued to answer mechanically, and then asked without raising her head: "Are you a little white rabbit?"

"I'm the little white rabbit." A certain child seemed very happy and responded in a soft voice.

After wiping the water on his feet with a footcloth, Chu Qiao neatly picked up the foot washing water and poured it outside the house.

When I came back, the little milk baby spoke again.
Chapter completed!