"Oh, right, right, that piggy bank from before, we left it at the ancestral home and forgot to bring it out for you, Xiaolan. This is the piggy bank we bought for you, Xiaolan, while shopping at noon."
After some fuss, Ah Qing, seemingly reminded of something, took out a piggy bank shaped like a terracotta warrior and set it in front of Ansheng.
"...Can we talk about piggy banks after I finish using the restroom?"
Ansheng, pushing his little flower pot, went into the bathroom to fertilize it, and Ah Qing knocked on the door, urging Ansheng to come out quickly to see the new piggy bank.
Ansheng, with a look of helplessness, shook himself off, opened the door, and saw a terracotta warrior about sixty centimeters tall standing at the door.
"This is your dowry fund."
Ah Qing squatted on the balcony, took out the money from the storage cabinet that hadn't been deposited in an ATM, and stuffed a thick wad of hundred-yuan bills into the piggy bank.
