Old Mr. Xue asked, "Qiaoqiao, what did you think of that girl just now?"
"She's pretty. Is that her mom with her?"
Old Mr. Xue replied, "Matchmaker. Before coming here, she raved about the girl, making her sound incredible. I thought she would be very beautiful, but I ended up quite disappointed. Her face is flat like a pancake from the front, and her chin juts out when viewed from the side, a typical husband-curse face. Only you young folks would call that attractive."
Li Qiao chuckled, "You're too superstitious."
"Superstitious? You better believe it. A friend of mine married a woman with that face type for his second marriage, and he met with disaster the following year. Later, I heard she divorced him and married a businessman, and it wasn't long before she ruined the tradesman too."
Li Qiao replied, "The second guy was probably just down on his luck."
"Even so, someone like her who carries bad luck can affect those around her," Old Mr. Xue commented disdainfully.
