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.,The egg is a beautiful golden yellow, steamed until fragrant and glistening with a few precious drops of oil. This is truly valuable oil; it's worth using just for a child, which shows how much Tang Xiaonuan is loved at home.。