The house Xu Qiguang had asked Doctor Tian Dongmei to rent for them wasn't spacious. It was a single room near the county hospital, less than twenty square meters, partitioned into an inner and outer section.
The original owner must have been a very kind and well-to-do person. Before they even pushed the door open, just after unlocking the padlock on it, the father and daughter could see at a glance that the small outer room had all the essentials.
There were pots, ladles—everything one might need. Even the short door curtain hanging between the rooms, though it looked old, had been washed clean. They could smell the fresh scent of soap before they even got close.
This was a rare find. A pot was a pot, no matter how small or old, and you couldn't buy one without industrial coupons. On top of that, the owner had even left behind a coal briquette stove.
