Wang Meilan walked ahead, looking pleased with herself. Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu didn't disturb her, just followed from a distance.
As they passed the house Wang Meilan had just visited, Li Baoyu peeked through the courtyard gate. After pulling his gaze back, he smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Brother, some good news is coming your way."
Zhao Jun laughed at his words and waved his hand dismissively. "Hah, what good news could there be?"
"What good news, you ask?" Even though they had already passed it, Li Baoyu pointed back at the house. "My auntie went to Liu Tiezui's place. What else could it be for? She's arranging a match for you!"
Hearing this, Zhao Jun let out a hearty laugh.
In a small county town, someone called "Tiezui" or "Iron Mouth" would usually be a fortune-teller. But in a village, an "Iron Mouth" is a matchmaker.
