Mr. Qin was puffing away on his long-stemmed pipe. Beside him, his wife shelled beans, a sour look on her face. Qin Jiqun and his wife were cracking sunflower seeds nearby, scattering the shells all over the floor, while Qin Xiaotao was sprawled on the ground playing with marbles.
The whole family was here.
Mr. Qin knocked his pipe on the floor and said to Qin Zhonghui, "Close the door!"
Qin Zhonghui was taken aback. "Dad, it's still so early. Why are we closing the main door?"
"Just do as I say! No more questions! Hasn't there been enough disgrace!?" Mr. Qin flew into a rage and kicked a nearby stool away.
The stool tumbled toward Qin Jiao and Qin Shi. With a cold look in her eyes, Qin Jiao pulled her sister close and dodged out of the way.
Seeing her dodge only made him angrier. "You dare to dodge!"
Qin Jiao's tone was flat. "Oh, I thought you just missed, Grandpa. Turns out you were deliberately trying to kick us. What have I done to make you so angry?"
