"I won't agree to such a contract!"
"Me neither! I like this area. Everything is perfect here, except for the outdoor public toilets."
"Yes. It's close to work and school. No one wants to live in the suburbs."
"Exactly. I have to go to the Dongzhimen Hospital to get some medicine for my mom every day, but it's still warm by the time I return home."
The neighbors' sentimental attachment to each other and their homes weakened the joy of moving away.
"Money shouldn't be a priority compared to common interests, right?"
"Yes!" everyone shouted together.
It sounded like they were blowing a battle horn against the cunning developers. They decided to have dinner together as a way to celebrate their union. Everyone carried dishes out to the yard.
Pig's feet were being boiled on a small stove. Two old women were serving as cooks. Typical Beijing cold dishes included shredded cucumber, pickles and fermented bean curd juice with sesame oil.
