From the first day Xu Xiuxiu arrived in this world, she knew that the folk customs of the 1980s were relatively simple and straightforward. She had thought that the original host, with her peculiar ways, was an exception. However, as time passed, Xu Xiuxiu slowly realized that there were no shortage of women who were as troublesome as the original host.
After sternly punishing Song Chengguang last night, Xu Xiuxiu felt both distressed and guilty, and she could hardly bear to lift her head fully in front of Song Yuanhuan. In the morning, after Song Yuanhuan finished his run and had breakfast at the canteen, he left for training, full of vigor. Xu Xiuxiu and Song Chengguang lingered in bed for a while before getting up. The white porridge had cooled just right, and it was no longer too hot, making it easy to swallow.
