Chapter 13: What is your interest?

When Huo Yanxi and Lu Xia entered the elevator, Song Ning, who had just had a polite and unfamiliar expression on his face, immediately changed into cautious. Looking at Huo Yao, his voice was particularly gentle, "Good girl, hurry in..."
Before the elevator door was closed, Lu Xia turned around and saw the sudden change of her foster mother's attitude, her face turned green in an instant.

Huo’s house is not too big, but the area of ​​the two-story duplex room is not too small. It is decorated in Chinese classical style and the furniture is also mahogany. The layout and the layout of the house show that the owner is very tasteful.
Huo Yao looked at it slowly, and finally her eyes fell on a set of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and a little surprise appeared in her eyes.
But soon after thinking of something, she withdrew her gaze again, and in her heart automatically rejected the idea of ​​the master's authenticity.
Although the Huo family does not seem to be a super poor household as imagined, it is not a family rich enough to afford expensive calligraphy and painting.
This calligraphy and painting are mostly imitations.
Huo's father caught the little daughter's short gaze, and he was still worrying about how to get closer with her daughter. He glanced at the calligraphy and painting, and his eyes rolled.
"Yao Yao, do you like calligraphy too?" he asked aloud with a smile on his face.
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Father Huo, his eyes lazily, "Not interested."
Huo's father choked for a moment, and a bunch of calligraphy topics that had just been brewing in his heart were stuck in his throat. After a long time, he said in a daze, "Oh, you are not interested..."
Seeing him as if he had been hit, Huo Yao said after two seconds, "Personal interests are different."
As soon as Father Huo heard this, a fatherly smile appeared on his face again, and he immediately asked, "Then what is your interest?"
Huo Yao remembered herself when she didn't wear this body, and suddenly fell into silence. A few seconds later, she raised her head, looked at Father Huo, and replied seriously: "Study."
Hearing this answer, Huo's father's lips twitched fiercely, his serious face almost broken.
A scumbag who often skipped classes at school actually said that his hobby is learning...
Huo's father quietly looked at him and didn't seem to be a joking daughter. Suddenly he wondered if he was misled when he was inquiring about the school teacher in the small county town.
The daughter seems to be very good and ambitious.
"Old Huo, are you showing off your broken calligraphy again?"
Song Ning, who only vaguely heard her husband mentioning the two characters of calligraphy, took out food from the kitchen, glanced at him anger, and yelled again, "Don’t hurry up and get the dishes. "
"How can I show off."
Father Huo touched the tip of his nose. Although he walked towards the kitchen very recognisably, he did not forget to mutter in a low voice, "How come all antiques are broken in your eyes, obviously my calligraphy and painting are..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and it was still a little vague, so Huo Yao didn't hear the words clearly.
But the broken calligraphy and painting that my mother had just said was quite loud.

After dinner, Song Ning took Huo Yao upstairs.
There are four rooms upstairs. Huo Yao was prepared for the room on the last right of the corridor. Song Ning pushed the door open and said, "This room was used by the fourth child before. He loves to jump for a year and a half. I didn’t go home, so I redecorated his room. Look, do you like it?"