After a day of exams and sweating profusely, Shen Mianmian felt very uncomfortable, so she found a clean set of clothes, took a shower, and then washed her clothes and hung them out on the balcony.
Once everything was settled, her stomach began to growl. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was exactly six o'clock.
Recalling He Nan's words, Shen Mianmian sat for a while and then headed to the kitchen, which, like the rest of the place, was very tidy. Even the grease stains on the stove had been wiped clean.
The marble stove top had a very modern style.
In her past life, she had always thought that in the eighties, everyone was poor, including those in the city, but looking at it now, only the countryside was poor. The standard of living for the wealthy in the city was not much different from that of the twenty-first century.
Many things hadn't been invented yet; otherwise, they would have certainly afforded them.