"Yaoyao's back? Why'd she just dump her suitcase in the yard and leave it?"
A short while later, her uncle, Lu Zigang, returned with her cousin, Lu Xun. When he saw the familiar suitcase in the yard, he knew his silly daughter was home.
He'd been worried sick about her lately, and seeing she couldn't even be bothered to put her suitcase away properly, he couldn't help but nag a little.
"Dad! Can you bring it in for me? I'm busy peeling winter bamboo shoots! I don't have time!"
"You're so scatterbrained all the time. It's fine when you're at home and have people to pick up after you, but what are you going to do when you're on your own?"
"Guess I'll just have to deal with it! What else can I do? I'd love to take you with me everywhere, Dad, but you're the one who's not willing, right?"
The father and daughter, one inside and one out, started bickering through the window.
