"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed, and the person next to her took out her mobile phone to show her.
Bai Zhi leaned over and saw that it said——
【Lujia Baozi】
3 original contents, followed by 178 friends.
Angelica dahurica:(⊙o⊙)(⊙0⊙)(⊙_⊙)?
Madam, don’t all your WeChat friends follow this official account?
Bai Zhi's fingertips swiped and she saw the aunt's WeChat contact——
178 contacts.
-_-||All my friends really paid attention to it.
What a die-hard fan!
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Lujia Baozi Shop.
After the busy morning session, there are not too many people now.
Lu Xixin hasn't eaten or rested since morning and is very tired.
Her mother, Yao Dahong, pushed her upstairs to rest.
The shops in the town are usually two or three floors above and below.
The first floor is for shops, the second floor is for living, and the third floor is for storing sundries and the like.
In the past, only the eldest brother Lu Guoqiang and his sister-in-law Nian Fengjiao lived, and the entire second floor was theirs, which was very comfortable.
Now that we have a whole family living together, it seems cramped.
Especially the younger sister Lu Jiayi needs a separate space to draw and read.
Therefore, the master bedroom on the second floor was given to her, and the eldest brother and sister-in-law lived in the second bedroom.
Lu You and Yao Dahong were huddled in a small room on the first floor.
Lu Xixin could only live in the utility room on the third floor.
Initially, Nian Fengjiao proposed that Lu Xixin and Lu Jiayi live together.
After all, they are both girls and sisters, so it is normal for them to live together.
However, Lu Jiayi just said lightly: "I have no place to put my drawing boards and paints."
Nian Fengjiao stopped talking and did not dare to say a word.
She has always been a little afraid of this talented sister-in-law.
Yao Dahong didn't say anything, and waited until Lu Xixin left before whispering to her youngest daughter quietly: "Jiayi, Miss Bai's request is that the rest of us are partial, but you are not partial, and you even have a good attitude towards Lu Xinxin.
Help her often."
"Mom." Lu Jiayi put down her brush and raised her eyes slightly.
"Do you know Lu Xinxin? Do you know who she is? What is her personality like?"
Three questions in a row made Yao Dahong completely stupid and at a loss.
Lu Jiayi stepped forward and took her mother's hand, pointing to a room full of exquisite and gorgeous paintings: "Mom, look, how beautiful these are."
Yao Dahong nodded.
Lu Jiayi's tone was cold and cold: "She is so beautiful, just looking at her makes me feel jealous. What's more, you also deliberately praised me and belittled her in front of Lu Xinxin.
As time goes by, who knows if she will have any thoughts that she shouldn't have. It doesn't matter if she destroys these paintings. If she destroys me..."
Yao Dahong was startled and shook his head subconsciously: "No way."
Lu You also frowned: "Xin Xin doesn't look like a narrow-minded person. Your sister-in-law wants to learn how to adjust the stuffing of steamed buns from her. She has taught her everything and she doesn't hide anything."
"Dad -" Lu Jiayi reminded coldly, "Don't forget, Lu Xinxin is not our family at all. You don't even think about it, she must have offended someone, so she would go to such trouble to design such a scheme."
Yao Dahong was puzzled: "Yes, what do you mean by coaxing her? If there is really a grudge, wouldn't it be better to beat her up and vent her anger?"
Nian Fengjiao also asked: "Why did Xin Xin offend others?"
"What else could be the reason?" Lu Jiayi said in a disdainful tone, "You can tell by looking at her appearance. She must be a third party and was discovered by her original wife."
Lu Jiayi despises this kind of woman the most.
She is a genius herself. She went from a small town to a top university in Kyoto. She can play the violin and paint well.
His own abilities are outstanding, so he despises people who betray their beauty even more.
Lu Jiayi reminded her coldly: "Be careful and don't let her get close to me."
After saying that, I turned around and continued painting. Just as I picked up the brush with my right hand, I suddenly remembered something.
The tone was cold: "From now on, you should be quieter when making stuffing in the morning."
It’s so noisy!
I know Baozi Baozi all day long, and I feel happy every day, but even if I make a little profit, I am so happy that I can't find anything to do with it.
I think of my dorm roommate’s parents who are professors at Kyoto University, and then look at Yao Dahong and Lu You.