Ye Qing grabbed a napkin off the table to clean the oil stains on his shirt.
Wang Ma witnessed the accident that occurred. Ye Qing was a talented young man working under the Fourth Young Master. Only those most capable and reliable could have the chance to serve the head of the family. Taking two steps forward, she asked, "Ye Qing, how old are you this year?"
"I'm 27. Why is Wang Ma asking me this?" Ye Qing enquired as he wiped the oil stains.
Wang Ma was 50 years old this year. A 27-year-old man was but a child in her eyes. As if coaxing a small animal, she asked, "Have you thought about starting a family?"
Ye Qing nearly burst into laughter. "It's not like Wang Ma doesn't know. I don't even have a girlfriend. What more a family?"
"That's alright. Wang Ma shall help you find one. What do you think?"
"Sure," Ye Qing answered, not thinking that Wang Ma was being serious.
