In the living room, apart from an old sofa and a coffee table, there was a small office area cramped in the corner, with a computer and several books occupying the desk.
The only advantage is the low rent.
A ten-minute walk from Fangcun Subway Station, a monthly rent of one thousand three hundred, already a rare haven in this first-tier city.
"Meow—" A chubby Orange cat expertly crawled out from under the sofa, affectionately rubbing against her pant leg with its body.
"I'll make you a feast right away." Zhang Yan put down her things and fondly rubbed its head.
The walls in the kitchen were not clean, and the range hood was quite old. You could tell she had tried hard to clean it, but the thick old grease was obviously difficult to handle.
The spatula and iron pot collided with a crisp sound, the fresh smell of kale and the bean fragrance of tofu mingling in the cooking smoke.
In no time, a plate of stir-fried kale with tofu and a freshly steamed bun were placed on the table.
