Wherever Aunt Zhang was, Uncle Zhang generally didn't get a word in.
Uncle Zhang sat off to the side, a happy look on his face, watching his wife speak to Wen Ying. "My father-in-law passed away a few years ago. The other day, your Uncle Zhang said my father-in-law was beating him up in his dreams. I thought he just missed him, so I took him to visit his grave, but that didn't seem to do any good. It only got better after we burned the Yellow Paper we got from you, Little Ying!"
