"It has been a while since we last met, right? Why have you suddenly come to Shanghai recently?"
A silver-haired granny was relaxing on a recliner, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She looked very content. Even though time had left its mark on her face, one could still vaguely see the beauty of her youth.
A beautiful woman in an aqua-green cheongsam tapped her pipe but did not light it. She said, "Of course it's for my worrisome daughter. She's not young anymore. It's time for her to find a suitable husband."
"Aren't you a little too anxious? If I remember correctly, she's only in her early twenties, and there's no one she likes now. Instead of looking for a needle in a haystack, why don't we slowly look for her over time? This kind of thing can't be rushed."