Yu Ziqian ran back into the house with tears in his eyes and complained to his great-grandfather while sobbing. "Great Grandpa, Dad wants to throw me into the trash can, no, he already had half of my body in the trash can. It's so dirty in there, I feel my foot is hurting."
Grandpa Yu pushed his glasses up and chuckled. "Oh, how come your foot hurts? Did your dad hit the bottom of your foot? Or did you get pricked?"
Yu Ziqian shook his head. "Neither, it's just that the trash can is too dirty. My foot got infected with fungus. Fungus will eat my flesh, so my foot hurts."
"Sounds very dangerous."
"Yes!" Yu Ziqian nodded vigorously. "You have to criticize him."
"Alright!"
Yu Ziqian cried more aggrievedly. "But Dad says he's the boss of the house now, everyone has to listen to him, he's so arrogant. I bet he won't even listen to Great Grandpa."
"Really? Your dad's so naughty?"
