The old matriarch was kicking herself for not being quick enough with a retort. The matchmaker had simply twisted her lips and started showering praise again, leaving the matriarch with a knot of indignation stuck in her chest. She couldn't get it out, and she couldn't swallow it down. It was maddening.
"That's not necessary. My girl's a bit of a tomboy; she's not nearly as capable as you say. Besides, how old is she? Finding a husband is still years away for her." 'She's my only sweet daughter; of course I have to be picky on her behalf.'
"She's not that young. Let me tell you, kids grow up fast. They'll be all grown up in the blink of an eye."
Yuan Si didn't like this woman, and she especially hated being sized up. After a quick word with the old matriarch, she tossed the firewood she was carrying against the wall and headed into the kitchen with the fish.
