Mrs. Li wasn't highly educated, had a fierce temper, and also tended to be a bit of a nag.
The villagers used to joke about Wang Dahai and Jiang Rou, saying that when Dahai grew up, he should marry Little Rou.
Every time someone said this, Mrs. Li would respond, "If you want to marry my daughter, you must have a car and a house in the city."
Hearing such blunt questioning now, Dahai's face contorted.
Jiang Rou was both embarrassed and infuriated, stamping her foot in agitation, "Mom, what are you talking about!"
Dahai cleared his throat and said, "Mrs. Li, Jiang Rou and I are just dating; we haven't reached that stage yet."
Mrs. Li stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded, "It's good that you haven't reached that stage. You know, she's my only daughter, and I certainly hope she can marry well. I'm not saying you're not good enough, but marriage is a serious matter..."
"Think about it, don't you need a house for marriage? Don't you need a car? Don't you need a stable job?"
