"Do you like apple cider vinegar?"

Ning Huanxin looked at Xia Zhenzhen with strange eyes at this time.

"Does Mei Aoxue also like this taste? I remember Wu Yi didn't like sour things before."

Ning Huan couldn't help but murmured.

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Xia Zhenzhen blinked in confusion, she really didn't remember, she didn't remember any past events related to Mei Aoxue.

Seeing Xia Zhenzhen's confused expression on her face, Ning Huan couldn't help but raised her hand and patted her shoulder: "Don't think so much, come and drink some apple cider vinegar."

"Oh."

Xia Zhenzhen nodded, and as soon as the familiar taste entered her throat, she couldn't help but gently lifted the corners of her lips, whispering involuntarily.

"When I was young, there was an apple tree in our home. It was the only fruit tree in our family. Grandparents would pick apples and sell them for money in the fall. I was really greedy at that time. But I didn't dare to say or ask for it. Because the family is so poor."

Xia Zhenzhen is a bit sour when she mentions the past.

Grandparents really loved her and took the initiative to leave good apples to her, but she had been very sensible since she was a child and secretly put the apples back. Later, grandma found out and sold the leftovers, which were not good-looking. Apples, or the ones left for too long, are made into apple cider vinegar and canned apples with home white vinegar and rock sugar, sweet and sour, for Xia Zhenzhen to drink.

"That is the best thing I have ever drunk in my life, and it is also the best snack."

Recalling her childhood, Xia Zhenzhen's eyes became complicated and gentle.

"Unfortunately... that tree died."

Having said this, Xia Zhenzhen sighed. As soon as she looked up, she saw Ning Huanxin who was sitting on the side looking at herself shiningly.

"Miss Ning, you..."

"You are the same as Wu Yi, just make me happy."

Ning Huanxin smiled faintly at Xia Zhenzhen: "Zhenzhen, if you like, can you tell me more about your childhood story? By the way...why did you think of painting plum blossoms? Do you have plum trees?"

Ning Huanxin pointed to the red plum and proud snow picture on the opposite wall of the living room. The painting was very vivid. Ning Huanxin just wanted to know how Xia Zhenzhen drew it?

"Plum?"

Hearing Ning Huanxin mentioning plum blossoms, Xia Zhenzhen blinked: "My neighbor's surname is Mei. There is a plum tree in their yard. In winter, the plum blossoms are particularly fragrant and beautiful, because Uncle Mei and his family have no children. So they treat me very well. I often go to their house. When I was a child, it snowed and I painted plum blossoms in the snow. Actually... The reason why I studied fine art and the reason why I paint well is also thanks to them, because Uncle May is an art teacher in our village. He saw that I was very talented, so he gave me some advice and made me become interested in painting since I was a child."

Xia Zhenzhen's neighbor was named Mei.

This is the same as what Mei Aoxue said to Wu Yi. Mei Aoxue told Wu Yi that she and Xia Zhenzhen are neighbors, and they are good sisters who have played together since childhood.

just……

Xia Zhenzhen said that the Mei family had no children, and even Xia Zhenzhen's grandparents did not remember that the Mei family had a child. There was no such person as Mei Aoxue in the household registration system.

Then...

Ning Huan's eyes flashed, and she suddenly looked at Xia Zhenzhen and asked again: "Zhenzhen, did you have a good friend who played with you when you were a kid? What are they learning now? Are there anyone who likes art like you?"