"Indeed, just do it like this," he said indifferently, striding towards the thatched hut.
The hut was no different from the others; left uninhabited for years and without repairs, it had fallen into complete disrepair.
Jin Zijin rolled up his sleeves and cleared away the weeds in front of and behind the house, his movements swift as he began to tidy up the ruined yard.
Gu Youyou pouted in surprise and said, "You're not thinking of fixing up this house for us to live in from now on, are you?"
She didn't want that; she wanted to live in the big tile-roofed house in the Taoist Temple.
The mountain wind was strong, messing up Gu Youyou's hair. Jin Zijin turned around, gathered the strands that were in her face, and placed them behind her, saying with a faint smile, "This house is falling apart; it's drafty from all sides. How could I let you live here? It's just that it's been a long time since I've been back, and I'm only cleaning up the weeds."
