Stepping out of the crowded area, Brother Nan tilted her head back to greet the sunshine and stretched languidly. The movement highlighted the soft, delicate curves beneath her sweater. She let out a long, soft groan; it seemed sitting and playing mahjong for so long had left her with an aching back and waist. She stretched her neck and twisted her waist, doing rotational exercises, while saying to Zhou Li, "I'm going back to my hometown for the New Year tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Lord Dumpling is going too!" Tuanzi interjected.
"Tomorrow is the 28th; it's about time," Brother Nan said. "I was supposed to go back a couple of days ago."
"I see," Zhou Li mused. "It's good to go back. Your family is large; it'll be lively."
"Take Lord Dumpling with you! Take Lord Dumpling with you!"
