By the time the sun climbed a little higher, the cabin no longer looked like a place abandoned by time.
Fu Tong and Fu Fei worked together without complaining. One swept, the other wiped, moving the screen aside and clearing dust from every corner. Cobwebs were torn down, the floor was swept clean, and even the air felt lighter. When they were done, their side of the cabin looked simple but neat, livable at last.
A long wooden screen stood in the middle, dividing the cabin into two sides.
Not long after, Uncle Fu and his family entered through the other door. The moment Grandma Fu stepped inside, her face twisted in displeasure.
"What kind of place is this?" she complained loudly. "Dust everywhere. Bai Ming, hurry up and clean. Are you blind?"
Bai Ming's face darkened. She glanced around, then said sharply, "Why should I do everything alone? Fu Jia can help too."
