...because the author wrote the character who had the same name and surname as himself so foolishly, even writing him to death, Tang Xiaonuan was so angry that she gave it one star. As a result...,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 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.。