Huahua: [Candles, paper ingots, and some white paper... are you sure you're going there to celebrate?]
Jiang Shuyue: [Aren't these red candles? Of course they're for celebrating. As for the ingots... taking someone's money is like killing their parents. My father surely wouldn't want to take money from me, right? So I'll give him a little gold foil made out of paper.]
Huahua: [Fine, fine, everything you say makes sense. But what about that stack of paper? Don't tell me those are antiques.]
Jiang Shuyue: [They're wish sheets! Ten in total. He can write his wishes on them, fold them into little stars, and put them in a jar. What do you think? Pretty creative, right?]
Huahua: [Not bad, I suppose. When humans visit graves, they burn paper money while telling their ancestors their wishes and asking for blessings. It's essentially the same as your wish sheets.]
Jiang Shuyue: [By seniority, I really could be his ancestor. Still, as a human being, I'm sorry to have a descendant like that.]
Jiang Shuyue and Huahua traded sporadic jabs at Jiang An.
Little Lao Liu occasionally joined in with a few muttered remarks. The two of them and the bird griped and cursed all the way until they finally reached the Jiang Family residence.
As soon as they stepped out of the carriage, the steward came forward to greet them.
"Miss, when Madam heard you were coming back, she prepared your favorite chilled watermelon out back. We're having Sichuan Pepper Fish for dinner. If there's anything else you'd like, just say the word, and I'll send someone to arrange it immediately."
"Thank you, Steward Chen."
Jiang Shuyue: [Our friend Old Chen is much easier on the eyes than the previous steward. He knows what's what.]
Huahua: [The previous one was harassing young