white man and dragon - happy new year!

Xiao's tiny grandmother stood in the drizzle behind their tidy house and sorted through her treasure. She was bundled in layers of coats and wore plastic bags on her hands. The empty bottles rang like little bells. The sound of clinking glass, and the dull, hollow sound of the empty cans colliding, made Xiao wince. And then there was the sour smell of beer and cigarettes.
"Grandmother, please, please, you must stop doing this, it's so embarrassing," Xiao said, "My friends are all laughing at you."
Xiao's grandmother muttered angrily in her native Cantonese.
"These American people," she said, "They just throw this money into the street. What should your grandmother do? Become like these people? Will you become like these people, Xiao?"
Xiao stood in the drizzle. She watched the drops of water fall from her grandmother's straw hat.
"Well?" her grandmother said, "Aren't you going to help me?"