It was the smell of gradually rotting wood.
Now, it mingled with the aroma of shredded pork with garlic sauce, creating a bizarre mix.
Chen Bi remained silent, slowly standing up, preparing to clean up the leftover meals on the ground and then go out to buy new ones.
Just as he stood up, there was a strange noise beneath him.
Whether it was the tables and chairs or the wooden bed.
With a touch from Chen Bi, they would creak as though they might collapse at any moment.
He was used to this already.
Stepping outside the door, he picked up the communal broom.
Chen Bi returned to his room, silently cleaning the floor.
He didn't close the doors or windows.
Because the odor in the house was too unbearable, he would not stand it if it were not allowed to disperse.
At that moment.
A shadow appeared at the initially open door, undeniably looming over Chen Bi's feet.
"There's a task."
Hearing the words.
Chen Bi paused in his movements.
"What task."
