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Chapter 388 - Chapter 388 388. House layout_1

Chapter 388: 388. House layout_1 Chapter 388: 388. House layout_1 Isn’t it huge?

It covers an area of more than 300 square meters, not to mention the three levels! Otherwise, Song Tan wouldn’t be attracting her old classmates despite earning a hefty income.

The first floor, just like all other villas, features an extremely spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, a laundry room, and a kitchen equipped with a gas stove and range hood–mainly for occasionally cooking something without the hassle of using the outdoor kitchen’s large pots.

Pushing open the back door, there’s a lot of empty space here, just an additional simple brick and stone cottage.

Qiaoqiao glanced at the door lock on the stone house, curiously asking, “Sister, what’s inside here?”

Song Tan smiled, “Our house is big, and it would definitely be hard to warm every room with stoves like before in winter, so there’s a universal fuel boiler installed inside.”

This type of boiler, similar to the wall-mounted heaters used for heating in the city, is connected to hot water pipes, with underfloor heating laid out across all three levels.

The difference is, in the city you use gas, but in the countryside…

“In winter, you just need to fill it regularly with firewood or coal to maintain the heat, and then the whole building will be nice and warm.”

Moreover, the underfloor heating has separate valves that can be turned on and off, and the temperature can also be set here. At night, you just need to turn off the fan, and it can easily last until noon the next day.

Song Tan had nothing else to say, only thankful for technology.

According to Zhao Fangyuan’s introduction, this model had been used for many years by everyone and was guaranteed in quality. To heat such a large area in a day, using coal, biomass, or electricity would cost a couple of hundred yuan.

Of course, if you burn wood, it’s hard to say.

“Oh.” Qiaoqiao wasn’t too interested in the wood heating stove and turned back to enter the house through the back door.

Song Tan followed suit, carefully locking the back door again before turning to look at the living room.

The morning sun hadn’t fully risen yet, with only the dawn sky shining brightly, casting a warm orange glow in front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

The entire room was filled with light, exceptionally well-lit like never before, prompting Wu Lan to involuntarily draw the inner sheer curtains.

She smiled broadly, never having dreamt that such a house could belong to her family. Despite having seen the 3D renderings countless times and having been here for many days–she was the one who removed the plastic film from the furniture!

Still, she couldn’t help being picky in a fake manner, “This sofa, all milky white, it’s not dirt-resistant at all. Look at you, only caring about it looking nice…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but laugh even more joyously, “But this living room is really big, big enough to seat so many people, which is great–and these sofas, why are there several sets of different colors?”

“It’s alright,” Song Tan walked to the side of the sofa and with a “zzz” sound, ripped off the cover on top, “Mom, look at this, it’s removable and washable, won’t affect anything. Don’t go and order custom covers anymore.”

Bright reds and greens, the flashy floral patterns–really unnecessary.

“I know, I know.”

Wu Lan was impatient with her, “I’ve checked this sofa several times, how could I not know?”

Moreover, with the sofa looking so nice, custom covers would need good fabric, isn’t that going to cost hundreds of yuan?

No need for that.

Then she looked at the several closed bedroom doors, complaining again, “It’s too big, all these bedrooms, such a waste… Where are all these people going to come from?”

In the corner was the storeroom, perfect for storing things or some tools.

Next to the storeroom was the shared bathroom, quite convenient when guests are over and don’t want to go outside to use the restroom.

Then there are 4 bedrooms. Wu Lan’s master bedroom even has an extra-large walk-in closet!

Beyond that, each room comes with a toilet and a shower. There are also two additional empty rooms that Song Tan didn’t want set up.

Hearing Wu Lan’s comments, she too smiled along, “Isn’t this just preparing for the future? When we have grandma and grandpa stay over, how will they be comfortable if it’s all cramped?”

“And my grandparents, constructing a house in autumn and winter is slower, it takes at least two to three months, right? When grandma and grandpa are also here, what if we don’t reserve extra rooms?”

Wu Lan had actually planned this in her mind long ago, and now that Song Tan had pointed it out, she simply couldn’t stop smiling.

Turning her head again, she saw Song Sancheng had already run into the living room to fiddle with the 120-inch super large TV.

He was thrilled: “Isn’t this just like a movie theater? I’ll sleep on the couch tonight! I’ll watch movies here, like ‘Sniper’!”

“Whatever you want,” Song Tan said, looking at her dad who was like a child and felt satisfied–

“Anyway, you and mom are living on the ground floor, right? The whole floor is yours to arrange.”

They were old, woke up early, and were diligent in cleaning and doing chores, living on the ground floor where everything was accessible and convenient; there was no need to worry about disturbing others.

And by following the staircase in the corner of the living room and unlocking the electronic lock on the stair door, one could directly access the second floor.

The layout on the second floor was similar, with a bedroom, study, utility room, and even a kitchen, but the only difference was that the living room and two of the rooms were slightly smaller. Besides, an open area had been left for an open-air balcony.

Not too big, seven meters long and two meters four wide.

Zhao Fangyuan’s idea was that if there was an issue, one could just shout from the balcony, saving the trouble of opening windows in rooms.

Moreover, the open-air balcony was covered by the third floor above, and with the beautiful Chinese-style overhanging eaves in front, it was well sheltered from wind and rain, and the sunlight was unobstructed.

A washing machine could be placed in the corner, where personal clothes of the girls could also be dried.

Song Tan then happily declared, “The second floor is my territory!”

As for the third floor, that was Qiaoqiao’s room.

The only difference was that the staircase leading from the second floor to the third floor had double-sided door locks. Song Tan just needed to lock the door from the second floor, and if someone on the third floor wanted to come down, they could only do so via the exterior staircase built into the wall!

However, considering that the third floor was for several young men, nobody voiced any objections.

Zhang Yanping was even extra careful with the electronic lock on her living room door, not even willing to record her own fingerprint.

Xin Jun didn’t even mention it.

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Taking practicality into account, the third floor didn’t follow city villas with any fancy swimming pools or pool tables but was kept simple and similar to the floors below.

However, it had an extra space allocated from two rooms for a large open-air balcony.

When the time came, it would be especially convenient for laundry drying and for young people to have barbecues and gatherings.

The living room was a bit smaller, but the study was spacious. On both sides were the bedrooms of Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping.

Since they didn’t need to make room for a walk-in closet, Wu Lan was thinking that when Wu Lei came, he could also stay upstairs, which would be nice for the boys to be together.

Thinking about this, the villa was really too comfortable.

After his initial excitement, Song Sancheng was a bit concerned as he stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows on every floor: “This isn’t very insulating in winter! Glass blocks wind but not the cold…”

“Don’t worry, Dad, the house is this big, using glass keeps it from getting too dark, and too chilly. Besides, our winters are at most minus seven or eight degrees; a stove will do the job.”

“Moreover, look at this house. Although I didn’t stay in the big city, the house I built is just like the villas there. When the neighbors come and see, who wouldn’t be envious of you?”

This really hit the spot for Song Sancheng!

He tried to restrain himself but ended up smiling from ear to ear.

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