Xiao Yu was puzzled in her heart, wondering why Duan Rong wanted to give her a painting. She quickly walked into the main hall!
In the courtyard, Zhu Xiaoqi had already caught an old hen, ready to slaughter it, scald and pluck the feathers!
The old hen wasn't easy to stew until tender; she had to kill it in advance and start stewing it so that the chicken soup could be ready by evening!
When Xiao Yu walked into the main hall, she saw a scroll of painting placed on the coffee table. She strode over, grabbed the painting, untied the string, and unfurled it!
Upon seeing the painting, Xiao Yu's expression changed. Her whole body couldn't help but tremble lightly, with tears streaming down her cheeks...
In the painting, unexpectedly, it was Xiao Bai Jiao, dressed in a water-colored dress, with camellias pinned in her hair!
Xiao Bai Jiao stood in the hall depicted in the painting, looking at her with a bright smile...
It was as if she was standing at home together with her...
