With Second Brother Qiao as an example, Qiao Zhenbang seemed even more convinced by the idea of "dreaming."
But deep down, he still had his doubts.
There was no helping it, the memories in his mind were too real, from the grand era background and social developments to the trivial matters of family life, dressing, and eating—vivid and lively.
Qiao Zhenbang simply couldn't ignore those scenes that felt as though he had experienced them himself.
Perhaps, he still needed some evidence!
Or maybe, he still needed to continue observing.
"Brother, where is the sister-in-law?"
"Ah, I'm so hungry, hasn't sister-in-law finished cooking yet?"
Second Brother Qiao had been talking to his elder brother when suddenly his stomach began to rumble.
He was fifteen this year, a time of growth.
And being a boy, full of mischief and active, having had an afternoon of classes, he was famished.
