"Oh, my! Isn't it Grandma Wang! Where are you coming from? Have you eaten yet?"
The question made Matchmaker Wang furious—she had been planning on eating at Juhua's house. In her mind, since she had gone to the trouble of finding a match for Juhua, shouldn't the Yang family be endlessly grateful? In her view, she wasn't just marrying off that scabby girl; it would help their son's prospects too. They should have rewarded her, the great matchmaker, handsomely.
But who would have thought that not only would she not get a "thank you," she'd be thrown out by Qingmu and wouldn't even get lunch out of it. And it was right around lunchtime, too!
And so, Matchmaker Wang vented all her pent-up resentment on Granny Hua.
Normally, even though matchmakers loved to spin tales, for the sake of business, they rarely spoke ill of people; they just liked to exaggerate and boast. But today was different. She had to let out this bellyful of resentment, or she felt she'd burst.
