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Sure enough, Ximen Qing met Pan Jinlian and walked for less than two hours before strolling back to the teahouse. This time Ximen Qing ordered a bowl of sour plum soup. While eating sour plum soup, he praised Wang Po for saying:
"Foster mother, you did a good job in this sour plum soup. How many are there in the house? "
Wang Po laughed: "I have been a matchmaker all my life, but I am not at home!"
Ximen Qing said with a smile, "I asked you about this plum soup, but you said you were a matchmaker. What a difference! "
Wang Po said: "I only listened to the official asking if the media was doing well."
"Foster mother," said Ximen Qing, "since you have set up a mountain, you still want to tell me about your marriage. Thank you very much. "
Wang Po is not hard of hearing. Everyone can see that from being a "plum" to being a "media", she is simply pretending to be deliberately provocative. Ximen Qing incoming, she solemnly said:
"Look at this big man! Your eldest lady (wife) learned how to eat those two faces! "
Ximen Qing said, "My wife has the best personality. There are several people (concubines) around me at home today, but none of them I like. If you have such a good one, you might as well advocate one with me. You can go back (remarry) just to get what I want. "
At this point, Ximen Qing finally revealed his mind, saying that it doesn't matter who he marries. ...
Should be what you need.