Her mother couldn't help but glance back at her and forced a smile, saying, "This is a good thing! Yuhuai isn't young anymore. It's only right for him to get married soon—why do I see that you, big sister, don't seem too happy?"
"How can I be happy?" Old Lady Meng slapped her thigh and sprawled herself onto a stool, huffing and puffing, "I've worried myself sick over him in the past, I can't count how many times I've talked to him about marriage proposals, and he just wouldn't agree, adamantly refusing and infuriating me to no end. Now he suddenly appears before me, saying he wants to get married, but I know nothing about that girl, how can I know if she's good or not? Alas, I see him so resolute as if he's made up his mind, afraid that saying a bit more would anger him again, I just can't make up my mind!"
Guan Rong's mother turned her head again and sat down next to Old Lady Meng with the bowl, smiling, "Then... has Yuhuai told you which girl he wants to marry?"