Ye Huimei looked at his actions in disbelief. “We’re living in the New China now; do you think we’re still in the feudal era? What’s wrong with rolling up your pants? If you’re planting rice, you have to roll up your pants too. Isn’t that your friend?”
“Don’t you worry about my friend? You shouldn’t let your guard down! Each one of them just knows how to eat, drink, and have fun every day. They’ve got no ambition and have hardly done anything serious. Only recently have they started to act properly, but who knows how long that will last?”
“You’re not a child anymore; you’re a grown girl now. When you look for a partner, you must be careful. Don’t let a few charming words fool you. You should observe more and test them out…”
Ye Yaodong spoke without restraint, spitting and denouncing his friend in a continuous stream of advice to Ye Huimei about finding a husband, adamantly saying not to choose his friend.