When is the wedding take place?

It was a Sunday. Wang Lian woke up late. Picking up the newspaper, he glanced at the headlines as he prepared his breakfast. He had just brushed his teeth and had yet to shower and shave. A loose pullover had been put on over his pyjamas.

He had barely put the kettle on the stove when the doorbell rang. Newspaper in hand, he came out and opened the door—to a real surprise. It was grandma Xing standing at his door. He let her in.

''Good morning. How are you?'' he asked, trying to overcome his astonishment.

''The Lord be thanked, I'm very well. And you?'' she asked warmly, stroking his head.

''I'm fine, thank you. Please come in,'' he replied with a smile.

''You don't look fine. You've lost weight and you're looking dark too''. She peered at him through her glasses.

''I haven't lost my complexion—it's because I haven't shaved''. Wang Lian tried not to show his amusement as they went in.