I never quite understood what Milia meant when she described her house as a junkyard until I actually saw it with my own eyes... cough cough, until I saw their living room on the first floor.
Zaku... pfft... After Uncle Zaku opened the door and let us into the living room, our first headache was figuring out where to step. Good heavens, I couldn't imagine anyone's living room looking like this, filled with all sorts of things: broken axles, metal scraps, discarded books, chunks of wood, flattened metal, and broken chains, and my second uncle's old insoles—those last one was just for the sake of rhyme. In short, the moment we saw Milia's grand living room, we were tempted to pitch a tent outside for the night and reevaluate the room full of toys and comics that Little Baobao had: even Lady Shining deserves praise for keeping that room tidy.
