"It's that amazing?" Yang Ming was quite intrigued by the recorder his wife mentioned.
"That's nothing; there's even a video camera. You can record whatever you want and watch it."
"And then there's the camera. It's like a portrait, but just with a click, and it's exactly like the person—much more realistic than any painting."
Talking about all those modern gadgets seemed to open Xiaoxiao's floodgates. She chatted on and on, completely forgetting she was still sick, her eyes sparkling brightly.
From kitchenware, home appliances, refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, telephones, mobile phones, computers, cars, and so on, and so on.
Xiaoxiao didn't even leave out high-end items like sanitary pads.
Yang Ming was also swept up by the excitement, but at the same time felt a bit uncomfortable. His wife's hometown had so many wonderful things, but she chose to stay with him in a place where none of those things existed.
