Still, Zheng Changhe wasn't happy. After drinking most of a bowl of cornmeal mush, he looked up at Juhua. "Tell me, why hasn't your great-aunt come to see me? She didn't even visit me in a dream, and after I cried so hard for her. She'll talk to a little girl like you but not to me. Honestly..."
Yang Family laughed in exasperation. "Oh! So you're jealous of Juhua now? You're a grown man, how can you be so dense? If the great-aunt tells Juhua something, isn't that the same as telling you? Juhua's from a younger generation, so it wouldn't be proper for her to take the lead. She'd have to tell you, wouldn't she? Or tell Qingmu. The great-aunt went to Juhua because she's easier to approach—our Hulu saw his great-aunt, you know. Otherwise, why wouldn't she just go to her own children and grandchildren? You're a grown man. How would a ghost dare to get close to you?"
