Su Miaomiao's house was close to the creek, a crude bamboo hut that creaked and seemed to sway when walked upon.
It was a stilthouse built by villagers, convenient for cooling off by the creek in the summer.
But inside the house there was only a bamboo bed, nothing else.
A quick glance and it looked even more dismal than where the old couple lived.
The more miserable Su Miaomiao was, the happier Su Niannian became.
"Hey, I'm telling you, Su Miaomiao, why is your luck so bad? What are you living in, a bird's nest?"
"Actually, there was a spare room at my place, but Yuanyuan sister wanted to stay there."
"How about this, why don't you beg me? I can give you the pigsty in the yard to live in?"
