When Huai Zi returned to the house, Juhua came out of their room and asked, "Are they gone?"
Huai Zi nodded. "They're gone. Honestly, talking to them is more exhausting than harvesting two acres of rice. It's a good thing they've always ignored us. Otherwise, they'd definitely be lording it over us like ancestors now."
Juhua smiled faintly. "They already act like they're the ancestors of the Zhang family. Did you see them posturing? The tone they used... I doubt even our own grandfather put on such airs when he was alive."
Just as they were speaking, He came in from outside and chimed in, "Your real grandfather would never have put on airs like that. You know just by looking at your father's personality—he's the spitting image of his own father. Let's eat! If they hadn't left, I was about ready to take lunch out to the fields."
Zhang Huai said quickly, "I'll go get Dad and the others!"
"No need," He said. "I already sent Pu Pao to get them. They should be back any minute."
