"Tell me, if I propose marriage for our Baizhu, will Chunhai agree?" a slightly plump woman said.
"I say, Zhang Zhengqin, give it a rest. How can your Baizhu match up to our Lingling?" Zhang Lanzhi happened to be passing by and laughed as she heard Zhang Zhengqin's words.
"My Baizhu is just a bit chubby," Zhang Zhengqin said sheepishly, "but my Baizhu, like his dad, will definitely cherish his wife. Lingling won't be wronged if she marries into our family."
"Alright, alright," Zhang Lanzhi said with a smile. "No matter how good your Baizhu is, he's not suitable for Lingling. Just give up."
Zhang Zhengqin's family was in the pig-slaughtering business, with a good income. Zhang Zhengqin's husband was famous in the village for cherishing his wife, but because of this, her household was dominated by women.
Gu Baizhu's character was even softer, always listening to his mother, Zhang Zhengqin, and lacked any real skills.
