To Be the Beloved of

I just finished reading a historical romance novel and gave it one star. After falling asleep, I woke up lying on a crimson embroidered bed draped in grayish white curtains with several holes. The curtains were hung by brass hooks on both sides.,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.,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.。