"Actually, there is not much to tell. When he was young, he spent every day practicing medicine and saving lives. His way with words was rather unpleasant, hardly the sort to endear him to young ladies," the old mistress said with a smile. "At first, he was betrothed to another girl, who made quite a scene about it, but in the end, that came to nothing."
Zhang Xiaoying looked at the old master in surprise.
Old Master: "...What you said makes it sound just perfect, doesn't it? Otherwise, how could I have married such a wonderful wife as you?"
Zhang Xiaoying, upon hearing this, laughed, "Sister-in-law, now you are mistaking my big brother. See how well big brother can talk. Men, once they meet the woman they admire, even if they are illiterate, can suddenly become eloquent, turning into great poets with endless sweet words."
"Don't praise him too much, or he'll start showing off to me again," the old mistress chuckled.