"Hey, how can you talk like that, girl? Matchmaker Sun was invited by my old wife, it's not up to you to tell her to leave."
Old Mrs. Mu interjected authoritatively at Mu Shuangshuang.
"Exactly, old sister-in-law, I came only because I heard Shuang has been behaving well lately. Otherwise, with her stinky and dirty looks, who in the village would be interested?"
Matchmaker Sun lifted her chin, placed her hands on her hips, and thrust her chest in Mu Shuangshuang's direction.
She thought: Who does this smelly girl think she is? No looks, no family background, yet dares to look down on the match I propose.
"Matchmaker Sun, my grandma asked you to propose a match, not to pick and choose, if you want someone good-looking, marry them yourself.
Wang San surely fancy your type. Anyway, my marriage is up to my parents, not for an outsider like you to comment on."
Mu Shuangshuang bluntly refused; no way would she marry.
