Tang Xiaonuan sighed heavily, but there was also a trace of relief.,A middle-aged man carrying a bowl of egg custard walked into the room. Seeing Tang Xiaonuan smile kindly, he patted his forehead with his thick hand and let out a sigh of relief.,Although she wore a foolishly naive outfit, in the book, the Tang family was a wealthy household in Mo Pan Shan's brigade, so there was no need to worry about their bellies.。