Is the Big Sister Next Door a Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus?

The day I moved out of the dorm after graduation, I posted a roommate ad on Douban: “Women only, must be clean.” Su Wan Tang called me right away. “Women only? Who do you think you are, discriminating by gender? You silly goose!” She charged into the room in ten-centimeter heels and made the decision in three minutes. “Pay one month’s rent plus three months’ deposit. Sign right now!” I watched her tear off the previous tenant’s stickers with her bare hands. “The fridge is split into three shelves. You can only use the bottom one.” While we were moving, she kicked an inconvenient cardboard box out of the way. “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!” Late at night, the hot pot bubbled away, and the chili brought tears to my eyes. She suddenly shoved some ice-cold soy milk against my lips. “Tsk. You’re 22. What’re you crying for?”