When Zhou Li left last year, he had cleaned the house thoroughly and locked the doors and windows tightly, but Huai Xu had opened them again. After more than four months of high-rise dust and the howling wind from Dian Lake, dust had settled on the coffee table, chairs, and even the floor.
The first task was to clean the room.
Zhou Li brought over a mop, but Brother Nan snatched it from him, so he had to settle for wiping the tables and chairs with a rag.
Brother Nan appeared carefree and seemed to shirk responsibilities, but she was actually very diligent. Her diligence was the type that "feared not hardship nor fatigue, only the accumulation of trivial tasks." She preferred physical labor—dirty, tiring, or demanding work was all fine with her, but she hated fiddling with minor chores. For instance, right now, she was mopping the floor, HUFFING AND PUFFING, but if you asked her to wipe the tables with a small cloth, she wouldn't do it.
Soon, the house looked brand new.
