Upon hearing this, Yingbao couldn't help but size up the chubby Shopkeeper Chou.
He possessed a round face with a Fu Manchu moustache, eyes squinted like a Maitreya Buddha, a kind face, but a shrewd man. Astonishingly, he had taken a fancy to her older cousin.
However, her cousin was indeed getting older, and would be eighteen after the New Year. If he didn't find a wife soon, Auntie might go mad with worry.
She tugged on her cousin's sleeve, trying to give him a hint.
Seeing her cousin ignored her, she had to say to Shopkeeper Chou, "If I come to your house to learn how to make pastries, Uncle Chou, you really don't mind?"
Chou Fugui laughed and said, "Miss, you jest. My neighbors also know how to make those pastries. There's no reason to be uncomfortable about it."
"Then I can go to your house to look." Yingbao said with a bent-eye smile, "I can also pay a visit to Auntie Chou."