"Then I'll just put the matter out there, and you can judge, Grandfather," she said slowly after a long while, turning her head. "Originally, it was Uncle Ping'an who fancied the preserves and pastries my sister made, thinking them a fine business opportunity, and he suggested they go into business together, right? And our sauces too—it was after Uncle Ping'an had tasted them and found them good that he couldn't wait to put down some money and have us make more, so he could sell them in Provincial City. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, that's right, but... what's the problem now?" Grandfather Pan nodded, a puzzled expression on his face.
