After lunch, Yuan Chun took a nap on the bean bag sofa for about an hour when someone knocked on the door.
Yuan Chun quickly put the bean bag sofa back into her space and used her spiritual power to dispel the lingering smell of meat in the room, then went to open the door.
It was Mrs. Chen leading her three sons, bringing her some furniture.
A full cartload.
Not only was there furniture, but also a set of unused bowls, chopsticks, and plates from their home, a small stove, a slightly rusty iron pot, and a clay pot. In short, there were plenty of things.
Mrs. Chen laughed, "I don't know if you'll be cooking in the dorm, so I brought some things we don't use at our house. See if you can use them. If not, you can give them away. They're just cluttering up my house anyway."
"I can use them, I can use them. Thank you, Aunt Chen."
Yuan Chun quickly helped move the furniture inside.
