Yang Zhigang rolled his eyes. "You're the big winter melon! Go look in a mirror. Your face is as round as one of the old pumpkins at home. How are you ever going to get married?"
"My mom says that even if a woman is blind, crippled, or has a scabby head, she won't have trouble getting married. But if a man is short and stout..." Tong Xinglan looked at him and shook her head. "Tsk, tsk. I'd say that's tough!"
Qiaohui piled on, deadpan, "Exactly. Even the village idiot found someone. As for guys like my second brother, he had to marry into his wife's family."
"Hmph!" Yang Zhigang shot them a glare. "Plenty of girls like me!"
Lin Lan watched the three of them, smiling and shaking her head.
Just then, someone called out, "Hello? I'd like to buy some pumpkin patties."
"Nyah, nyah, nyah~" Tong Xinglan stuck her tongue out at him, made a face, and then went out carrying a tray of freshly baked honey buns.
