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:,...because the author wrote the character who had the same name and surname as himself so foolishly, even writing him to death, Tang Xiaonuan was so angry that she gave it one star. As a result...,The aroma of eggs constantly drifted into her nose. Tang Xiaonuan swallowed involuntarily, her mouth watering. Aunt Xu Jin, a portly woman, smiled even more kindly, ready to feed the little darling. A roar of anger from a boy came from the outer room.。