Siheyuan: My Mailbox Can Teleport Packages

Chen Hao was delivering takeout to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang when he unexpectedly transmigrated into Love in the Courtyard.

He had no original Host, no identity, and not a penny to his name. All he had was a delivery box he carried around with him.

“Quanjude roast duck comes vacuum-packed.”

“They don't have beef from Mentougou, but they do have snowflake beef from Qin Chuan.”

“I wonder if you like this Casio quartz watch?”

“I couldn't find a radio. How about I order you a karaoke machine instead?”

As long as he grabs a delivery order, he can pull goods sold in the 21st century out of the delivery box.

This System is a menace!

Hey, weren't women in the 1960s supposed to be so simple and shy?

He Yushui, Ran Qiuyue, could you please find someone to marry before coming after me?

Marry me?

Dream on!

There are still so many older sisters I haven't had a chance to look after...

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