Rallying the Troops

Mei Shu glanced at the dining table and saw a row of cream-carved figurines, crooked and twisted. Judging by the length of their hair, Mei Shu could vaguely recognize four boys and one girl, with an elderly grandfather standing beside them.

Mei Yan proudly pointed at them. "Sister! Look at the sculptures I made, aren't they nice?"

Mei Shu rubbed her head helplessly. "They're nice! Let me guess, the cutest sculpture must be Yanyan, right?"

Mei Yan grinned innocently. "Sister is so smart, much smarter than Second Brother! Second Brother is a big idiot, he can't even tell such lifelike sculptures apart!"

Mei Jing suddenly gave him a smack on the forehead. "How dare you say your creations are lifelike? What's the difference between these and scribbles? I told you I should have been the one to do it!"

"You're not even better than me!" Mei Yan retorted indignantly. "Sister, look, this figure was carved by Second Brother. Can you tell what it is?"