An Hao was pasting some glue on the wall, and Qin Jian was attaching the couplet, a picture of perfect harmony.
After Qin Jian had finished pasting the couplet, Zhang Yun handed him a few "fu" characters: "Come on, stick these 'fu' characters up too! You should've seen your dad boasting after you complimented him. He was so pleased, he waved his big brush and wrote a few more 'fu' characters, claiming they were quite good."
"Dad's calligraphy is indeed not bad."
"Not bad, my foot! I couldn't see anything good about it, they plainly looked like chicken scratches!" Zhang Yun said with a look of disgust.
"Mom, if dad heard you say that, he'd probably get really angry!" An Hao laughed. Last time, her father-in-law and mother-in-law had quarreled over calligraphy.
It was the first time An Hao had seen her father-in-law take such a trivial domestic matter so seriously with her mother-in-law.