Yu Jiaojiao stood at the door, her hand on her hip, a crafty glint in her eyes.
"Feeling tense again? Let your brother loosen you up." Yu Jingting's nose was sore from a bump from his wife, so he decided to vent on his sister.
Jiaojiao made a face at him.
Suizi looked on as he teased his sister.
"Jiaojiao, come inside!" Wang Cuihua's roar came from inside the house.
"Bro, save me!"
Jiaojiao hopped into a large empty soy sauce barrel nearby, and Jingting quickly covered it up.
Just after he finished, Wang Cuihua stormed out, a feather duster in hand and murder in her eyes.
"Where is that little rabbit?"
"She ran off." Yu Jingting obviously had practice covering for his sister.
Wang Cuihua brandished her feather duster at him.
"You'd better protect that little rabbit."
"Knocking off dust? Doesn't hurt at all, let's get this side too." Jingting turned himself, the padded cotton jacket he wore in winter making the feather duster strikes harmless.
