To Be the Beloved of

The bed was very large and old. Tang Xiaonuan had only seen such an antique carved bed in the library of the museum. There were also camphor wood chests stacked in the corner, cabinets painted red lacquer, and on top of the cabinet was a porcelain tea pot with several large red characters:,Tang Xiaonuan shivered, it was obvious she had arrived in the 1970s, a time when basic necessities were hard to come by. Looking at this bare-bones home, she guessed that they weren't wealthy at all.,A middle-aged man carrying a bowl of egg custard walked into the room. Seeing Tang Xiaonuan smile kindly, he patted his forehead with his thick hand and let out a sigh of relief.。