Zhao Meimei followed Xu Xu into the house, stepping into a narrow, long corridor with rooms on either side. At the end of the corridor was a rectangular kitchen with two stoves, one on the left and one on the right.
Zhao Meimei followed Xu Xu, wandering around the rooms one by one, and frowned. Kids don't think too much; they just say whatever comes to mind. Zhao Meimei said, "Xu Xu, your house is really shabby!"
The smile on Xu Xu's face froze instantly, and he showed a timid expression: "I, I don't think my house is shabby. I've lived here all my life. Our neighbors' houses are just like ours. I, I…"
Xu Xu's big, round, and dark eyes looked at Zhao Meimei, asking carefully, "Since my house is this shabby, will you still play with me?"
Zhao Meimei nodded: "Of course! I play with you; what does it have to do with your house being shabby?"
Xu Xu thought for a moment, then chuckled: "That's right."
