Pushing the two men into the kitchen, Liumei and Qian sat on the sofa cracking melon seeds and chatting. Qian then asked Liumei.
"Why doesn't your mentor stay a few more days?"
"Who knows, she's always so busy. I invited her to stay, but she said she didn't have time." Liumei felt a bit regretful as she said this. She grew up with her mentor, their relationship being as close as mother and daughter.
"Liumei, do you know what your mentor did before?" Qian asked, probing.
"When I went up the mountain, she was already in the Taoist temple. I asked her what she did before; she said she inherited the family tradition of fortune-telling. Other than that, I don't know much."
This doesn't make sense...
