"What are you fussing about?" Zhao's auntie exclaimed, "You and your daughter are just the same, making such a big deal out of nothing! Truly people who have never seen the wider world."
Zhao's other auntie was still feeling shaken, "No, big sister, did you, did you put on too much red?"
"Not at all. Since you're going to wear it, might as well make it redder," replied Zhao's auntie. "Besides, looking in the mirror, it doesn't seem too red to me. You just aren't used to it, that's why it shocks you so much, right?"
The mirrors in the village were all copper mirrors, and they did not reflect very clearly, but Zhao's auntie did not take it seriously.
Zhao's uncle had also returned from the field with some vegetables and sat in front of the dining table, a bit embarrassed, upon hearing Zhao's uncle returning.
