Traveling through shopping malls, making a fortune by selling instant noodles

"Wow, this little hook has so many uses!

From now on, I can just hang up clothes that I wear frequently instead of folding them all up.”

An was pleasantly surprised as she touched a clothes rack. The whole thing was smooth and round, without any splinters.

In the past, all the clothes at home were folded up one by one and placed in the closet. Not only were they difficult to find when taking them out, but they were also easy to knock over. Once they fell over, they would become a pile, and after that they had to be folded up again and put in order.

With this clothes rack, it is much more convenient.

“This one is for socks.”

Lin Yutang took out a square box from the closet and handed it to everyone.

The box was evenly divided into nine small spaces, each filled with rolls of things of different colors.

"sock?"

Luan looked at the rolls of things that had no discernible shape and wondered.

What are socks?

The things that can be put in the closet should also be clothes.

But such a small roll can only be a handkerchief, right?

Could it be that people in this town call handkerchiefs socks?

“Socks are the footwear we wear.”

Tang explained with a smile, and took out another pair of socks from the sock storage box and unfolded them for them to see.

"Ah? So small?"

Lu Yu and the others shouted in unison.

"You'll know when you put them on! They're not small at all, they fit perfectly and are very comfortable."

As Tang spoke, she pulled the socks in her hand. They were very elastic!

She has been in this world for so long, but she still feels that loose footwear is not as comfortable as tight socks. Wearing them loosely on her feet makes her feel insecure.

"There are two more boxes here for underwear."

Lin Yutang pointed to two similar boxes in the cabinet and said, these two are for underwear, let grandma talk to my aunt and others alone when the time comes.

"The spaces on both sides are for quilts, pillows, and so on."

Lin Yutang opened the two cabinet doors on the side, revealing a huge space inside, which was more than enough to put two more quilts in.

After introducing the wardrobe, Lin Yutang closed the door and then introduced the dressing table next to the wardrobe.

"I just saw this mirror when I walked in. It's so clear!"

Luan leaned closer to the mirror. This was the first time in all these years that he saw what he looked like so clearly.

Well, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is indeed quite handsome.

"Handsome, right?"

Seeing her youngest son looking at himself in the mirror endlessly and being very narcissistic, Mrs. Tang moved closer and asked softly.

"Ok!"

Luan agreed readily while looking in the mirror.

"You're quite good-looking, no wonder they want to recruit you as their son-in-law."

Tang said thoughtfully, making everyone laugh out loud.

When Lu An heard everyone's laughter, he realized that his mother was joking with him, and his handsome face turned red, which was a rare occurrence.

"Mom! You you you!"

Luan stammered and was speechless because he was really too engrossed in it.

Oh, I won’t look in the mirror anymore. As my eldest niece said, there must be a mirror in my room. I’ll look back and feel happy!

"This is an air conditioner. Just press the on/off button once, then press the sun button for hot air, and the snow button for cold air.

The upward arrow increases the intensity, and the downward arrow decreases the intensity. If you don't want to blow, just press the on/off button to turn it off."

Lin Yutang continued to introduce the portable air conditioner on the side. Although there are generators now, the portable one is still more convenient, and one small air conditioner is enough for one bedroom.

Lu An and the other two were confused. How could this big guy, half a person's height, blow cold or hot air? Has the outside world developed like this now?

Are they the legendary "frogs in the well"?

But why does my mother look so relaxed and at ease? And she seems to be very proficient in using these things! Including the "brick block" that can be used to chat with my eldest niece, my mother uses it very skillfully.

No wonder my mother often said that she had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice. It really made sense.