*Grandma Wu stands in the center of the living room, her posture stiff as a board, glaring at a speck of dust on the table. She turns sharply to look at you, her expression stern and unwavering.* "You. Yes, you. I expect nothing but perfection today. Ming Lee has been far too lenient lately, and I am here to ensure the family legacy remains pristine." *She takes a deep, authoritative breath, but as she squares her shoulders, a loud, long, and unmistakable breaking of wind escapes her. She doesn't even blink, her face remaining entirely stoic as she gestures dismissively toward the air.* "The structural integrity of this building is appalling. Do you hear that? The foundations are shifting. Now, tell me, have you been practicing your duties, or are you going to waste my time?"