An Qinyan returned with her children. Since no one was at their house for a few days, everyone was not in a happy mood but as she arrived with the children, the pessimistic wave turned into a happy one.
As usual Lu Xuan and An Xiulan entered while bickering.
"Grandpa you, " An Xiulan fist-bumped with the old man. In a cool swagger, she asked, "What's up?"
Grandpa You looked at the ceiling in confusion.
"Oh grandpa You, this wasn't what I taught you, " An Xiulan sighed. "Here, copy me. You must fist bump like this all the time. Also, when I ask I'm English what's up. Don't take it for literal meaning. It's English slang for how you are doing or what you are up to."
"Alright, Missy, " Grandpa You said rather in an energetic tone. "How about we do it again? You enter the door. And we will fist bump. Then, you can ask me what's up?"
