"There are flowerbeds with characters, different kinds of willow trees, red willows, and big ones that look like steamed buns. There are rockeries, colorful little fish, and you can even go boating on it. There are also lotuses in the river—it's really, really beautiful," Yangyang gestured with her little hands. "Uncle, in the winter you can even dig for lotus roots there. They are very fresh and tender."
"Too bad you can't go to Yanghe no matter how beautiful it is." After his excited speech, Mu Shaoling threw a wet blanket on him.
Yangyang stared with wide eyes, taking a moment before saying, "Talking to you is no fun at all! I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"Ha ha," Old Mu laughed heartily, then said to Mu Shaoling, "You really are childish, picking a fight with his son when you can't get any advantages from Brother An."
"Exactly, exactly, you're so childish."
Yangyang nodded along with Old Mu's words.