Breakfast was the soy milk buns that Zhang's mother went out to buy, and the millet porridge she made herself. However, when she was having dinner, Zhang Xuan did not move her chopsticks, but frowned and smelled her fair little hands from time to time. Seeing this, Zhang Xuan's mother said puzzledly: "I said Xiao Xuan, why are you doing your right hand honestly? Do you accidentally touch something that smells? Do you want to go to the bathroom to wash it?"

Zhang Yan blurted out: "I have washed it several times."

Zhang Yan's parents opened their eyes wide and asked curiously: "Ah, how many times did you wash your hands when you touched a dirty thing?"

I was drinking millet porridge with my head down and said nothing, because I knew what Zhang Xuan was touching, so I was so embarrassed that I didn't dare let Zhang Xuan's parents see my face, for fear that they would see the clues.

Zhang Xuan didn't smell anything from the palm of her right hand. She knew that she was just a psychological effect. She glanced at me at the corner of her eyes, picked up the bowl for breakfast, and said to her parents: "It's nothing, I just poured too much facial cleanser on my hands."

I was drinking millet porridge. When I heard Zhang Xuan say that too much facial cleanser was hurt, she couldn't help it and sprayed it out in a flash. Fortunately, Zhang Xuan's father dodged quickly, otherwise he would probably be sprayed with me.

Zhang Xuan's parents quickly handed me a tissue and asked me if I was choking and drinking slowly.

I nodded and took a sneak peek at Zhang Yan, thinking that thing really looked like a facial cleanser.
Chapter completed!