Chapter 13 What are your interests?
As soon as Huo Yanxi and Lu Xia entered the elevator, Song Ning, who had just had a polite and unfamiliar expression on his face, immediately changed to a cautious one. He looked at Huo Yao and said in a particularly gentle voice, "My dear daughter, please come in quickly..."
Before the elevator door closed, Lu Xia turned around and saw her adoptive mother's sudden change in attitude, and her face instantly turned green.
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The Huo family's house is not too big, but the two-story duplex is not small either. It is decorated in classical Chinese style, and the furniture is all made of mahogany. The layout and furnishings of the house show that the owner has good taste.
Huo Yao looked around slowly, and finally her gaze fell on a painting hanging on the wall, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
But she soon thought of something and looked away, automatically rejecting the idea of an authentic work by a famous artist.
Although the Huo family does not seem to be a super poor family as imagined, they are not a family rich enough to afford expensive calligraphy and paintings that are out of stock.
This calligraphy and painting is most likely a replica.
Father Huo caught the brief moment of his little daughter's gaze, and was still worrying about how to break the ice and get closer to his daughter. He glanced at the calligraphy and painting and rolled his eyes.
"Yaoyao, do you also like calligraphy?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his father with a lazy look, "Not interested."
Father Huo choked instantly, and the topics about calligraphy that had just been brewing in his mind were stuck in his throat. After a long while, he said blankly: "Oh, you are not interested..."
Seeing that he seemed to have been hit, Huo Yao paused for two seconds and said, "We have different personal interests."
When Mr. Huo heard this, he put on a fatherly smile again, and immediately asked, "What are your interests?"
Huo Yao thought of herself before she came into this body, and suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, she raised her head, looked at Father Huo, and replied seriously: "Study."
Upon hearing this answer, the corners of Mr. Huo's lips twitched fiercely, and his serious face almost broke.
A poor student who often skips classes in school actually said that his hobby is studying...
Father Huo quietly looked at his daughter, who did not seem to be joking, and suddenly doubted whether he had been misled when he asked the school teacher about the situation in the small county town.
My daughter seems to be very well behaved and ambitious.
"Old Huo, are you showing off your lousy calligraphy and painting again?"
Song Ning only vaguely heard her husband mention calligraphy. As she brought out food from the kitchen, she glanced at him unhappily and shouted in a very imposing manner, "Come over and get the bowls and chopsticks."
“There’s no need to show off.”
Father Huo touched the tip of his nose and walked towards the kitchen in a cowardly manner, but he did not forget to mutter to himself: "How come all antiques are junk in your eyes? Obviously, my calligraphy and painting are..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and a little unclear, so Huo Yao didn't hear clearly what he said later.
But the word "broken calligraphy and painting" that my mother said just now was quite loud.
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After dinner, Song Ning took Huo Yao upstairs.
There are four rooms upstairs. The one prepared for Huo Yao is the one at the end of the corridor on the right. Song Ning pushed open the door and said, "This room used to be occupied by the fourth child. He likes to jump around and doesn't come home for a year or two, so I renovated his room. Take a look. Do you like it?"
(End of this chapter)
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