At the junkyard, there was a shack that had been built amidst the piles of junk. The shack had four rooms and a gas stove set up outside for cooking. The old woman was standing there cooking. Her cooking skills were not bad. She was in a good mood. She was humming the local folk songs.
The hunchbacked old man sat on the threshold. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was smoking it. He put down the cigarette when it had almost burned out to the filter. At his feet, there were cigarette butts all over the floor.
"Your singing is annoying." The hunchbacked old man complained.
"It's not for you to hear, why are you so annoyed?" The woman twisted her waist and looked at him. She was old and not good-looking but he had a natural urge to tickle her.
"You can sing at a time when business is not good?" The hunchbacked old man asked curiously. "We've collected too many goods this time. If we can't sell it, we'll lose money."
