In fact, renovating the house at home wasn't moving that fast at all; we hadn't even moved our stuff over yet. Song Tan was simply too lazy to entertain guests.
But she wasn't completely lying either. The next morning, before breakfast was even ready, Wu Lan was already contemplating where to move the furniture.
"My dear mother..."
Seeing that she even wanted to keep the wooden bed, which was at least thirty years old, Song Tan simply couldn't take it anymore.
"If it were made of good wood, it would be fine to keep it, but isn't that just the assembly bed you bought following the trend when you married my dad?"
Just ordinary planks of wood, with a layer of lacquer on top; after so many years of use, the lacquer at the head of the bed had peeled off several times, which she then pressed back down with large thumbtacks.
It simply had no value worth keeping!
Wu Lan chuckled awkwardly: "I know, it's too old... but it can still be slept on, right?"
