To Be the Beloved of

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.,He gritted his teeth and cursed a string of insults, then when he saw Tang Xiaonuan's astonished face, he transformed into a doting grandfather. His oily face was plastered with smiles, grinning so wide that his neck seemed to disappear. Tang Xiaonuan's panicked heart felt a little more settled.。