To Be the Beloved of

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.,Most importantly, Tang Xiaonuan just discovered that her arms were not as chubby as before, and she was at most six or seven years old. She had become twenty years younger out of the blue, and she was overjoyed.,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.。