"Grandpa—"
When they arrived at Grandpa's house, the courtyard outside the door was covered with red paper left from burned firecrackers. Ah Qing carried tea, cigarettes, and alcohol in one hand, local specialty gifts for relatives in the other, and had the Little Fox on her shoulder as she walked into the house.
"Hey! Ah Qing is here....."
In the living room, Grandpa was still sitting in his wheelchair looking as weak as ever, his face showing tiredness and lack of energy like he hadn't really woken up. He looked a bit sluggishly at Ah Qing coming in, then gave a smile in greeting.
"Eh? Where are your cousins?"
Ansheng, who had come to Grandpa's house, glanced around the living room in some confusion. He saw Ah Qing's eldest aunt, eldest uncle, second uncle, and youngest aunt, as well as a girl wearing glasses squatting in a corner, obsequiously talking on the phone.
