Chapter 41 The Joys of "Nest Building" (2/3)

"Take a look and choose the one you like."

Ruan Tang peeked out and her almond-shaped eyes lit up instantly.

The container is spacious and neatly arranged with all kinds of solid wood furniture, from intricately carved classical styles to simple modern styles, a dazzling array of countless pieces.

This place is practically a giant private furniture showroom.

Ruan Tang had never been to a place like this before, but looking at the warm, natural wood tones, she felt inexplicably comfortable.

She pointed to a set of natural wood furniture that looked the simplest yet most pleasing to the eye.

"This one is beautiful."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Yan Yu's tone was full of indulgence, and his actions were astonishingly swift.

Ruan Tang simply nodded, and he immediately got to work, methodically moving the wardrobe, dresser, and dressing table she had chosen out of the container one by one.

Next came the cabinets in the main room, the shoe cabinet by the door, and even the double desk and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in the study in the west room.

Looking at the ever-growing mountain of small stones piled up on the open ground, Ruan Tang clicked her tongue in amazement.

Is this guy planning to turn her three small mud houses into a mansion?

After selecting everything, the two of them quickly returned to the main room.

The rain outside had subsided at some point, and the air inside was slightly cool.

"Sit down and rest for a while, leave the rest to me."

Yan Yu carried her to a chair and sat her down. Then, as if by magic, he produced a plate of sliced ​​chilled watermelon and poured her a glass of spiritual spring water from a bottle of cold water on the table.

After doing all this, he turned and went into the east bedroom.

Ruan Tang sat there, watching the once empty room gradually being filled with his methodical busyness.

His movements were swift, as if he had already rehearsed them a million times in his mind.

Every piece of furniture was placed precisely in the most suitable location.

Even the west room, which Ruan Tang had never looked at closely, was planned out in an orderly manner by him.

He covered the bare earthen bed with thick palm mats and soft cushions, and added a few soft pillows, turning it into a comfortable couch.

A unique rattan woven kang table was placed in the middle.

The simple room suddenly became elegant and cozy.

As Ruan Tang looked at the man's tall and upright back, she felt the chill in the room after the rain gradually dissipating.

The light seemed to brighten considerably.

What was originally just a temporary dwelling in the countryside has gradually become a warm and welcoming place.

It has... the taste of home.

Her heart was filled to the brim, and an unprecedented sense of security enveloped her completely.

The furniture chosen by the two was in a style common to this era, practical yet not too out of place.