Chapter 42_1

This was New Year's Eve, and there were very few pedestrians on the streets, most of whom seemed in a hurry to get home.

In an old house in the old city district, the door to a room on the third floor was open, revealing the scene inside. In the small living room, a camp bed was set up in the corner, and in the middle, a large cardboard box lay upside down, on top of which was a dish of eggplant stir-fried with pork. Next to the box, a man and a woman were seated on the floor.

The man chuckled good-naturedly and said, "Qianning, I'm sorry I can't provide you a better life. But I promise, once the harvest comes in next month, I'll make this place feel like home."

Sitting opposite him, Qiao Qianning smiled gently and picked up her bowl, "Let's eat. After all, it's New Year's Eve tonight."