eyes searching Mulan’s face for any trace of etion. “I have no idea,” she said.
“Exactly,” Mulan answered. “This is sad face.” The expression on her painted face did not change. “This is curious face.” Still no change. “Now I anbsp; confused.” Once re, her face reined the sa.
At last, a sle began to break over Xiu’s face. Mulan sled back—even though her sister couldn’t tell. She hated to think that the cause of all this anxiety was her, but she knew that was the case. If it had been Xiu on her way to et the Matchker, Li would have been practically skipping. Xiu gave her ther and faly no reason to worry. Mulan gave her ther and faly only reason to worry.
Luckily, Mulan didn’t have ti to dwell on her insufficiencies. They had arrived at the Matchker’s house. Leaving Zhou to wait outside, the won approached the front door.
As befit a won of status, the Matchker’s house stood alone. The sides were newly painted, and fresh flowers and herbs blossod on either side of the door. The Matchker was one of the st iortant people in their sll village. It was her connections that kept the young ladies and n tching and, in turn, the village thriving. Falies spent a great deal of ti trying to earn her approval, as favor fronbsp; the Matchker inevitably ant a favorable tch.
Despite the constant doting and the privilege that ca with her position, the Matchker was a an and nasty won. When she left her house, which wasn’t often, she always wore a frown full of judgnt. Mulan had, on re than one asion, turned and walked the other way when she saw the Matchker in order to avoid a glare fronbsp; the large won. And Xiu, when she was younger and before she knew better, had once rerked how it wasn’t fair that such a beautiful house had such an ugly owner.
But it didn’t tter if the won was an and her frown ugly. She held Mulan’s future in her hands.
The Matchker, after introducing Mulan to Fong Lin, the ther of her prospective tch, nodded for everyone to sit. Quickly, Mulan and her faly sat. For one long nt, silence filled the sll roonbsp; and Mulan wished that she had a rag or sothing to wipe her sweaty pal on. She knew what she was supposed to do. Pour tea. Prove that she was worthy of Fong Lin’s son. It seed easy in theory??.??.??. if Mulan could stop her hands fronbsp; shaking.
Be cal
she rended herself.
Reer what Xiu told you—picture doing sothing you like. Just get the tea in the cups. That’s all you have to do.
“Exactly,” Mulan answered. “This is sad face.” The expression on her painted face did not change. “This is curious face.” Still no change. “Now I anbsp; confused.” Once re, her face reined the sa.
At last, a sle began to break over Xiu’s face. Mulan sled back—even though her sister couldn’t tell. She hated to think that the cause of all this anxiety was her, but she knew that was the case. If it had been Xiu on her way to et the Matchker, Li would have been practically skipping. Xiu gave her ther and faly no reason to worry. Mulan gave her ther and faly only reason to worry.
Luckily, Mulan didn’t have ti to dwell on her insufficiencies. They had arrived at the Matchker’s house. Leaving Zhou to wait outside, the won approached the front door.
As befit a won of status, the Matchker’s house stood alone. The sides were newly painted, and fresh flowers and herbs blossod on either side of the door. The Matchker was one of the st iortant people in their sll village. It was her connections that kept the young ladies and n tching and, in turn, the village thriving. Falies spent a great deal of ti trying to earn her approval, as favor fronbsp; the Matchker inevitably ant a favorable tch.
Despite the constant doting and the privilege that ca with her position, the Matchker was a an and nasty won. When she left her house, which wasn’t often, she always wore a frown full of judgnt. Mulan had, on re than one asion, turned and walked the other way when she saw the Matchker in order to avoid a glare fronbsp; the large won. And Xiu, when she was younger and before she knew better, had once rerked how it wasn’t fair that such a beautiful house had such an ugly owner.
But it didn’t tter if the won was an and her frown ugly. She held Mulan’s future in her hands.
The Matchker, after introducing Mulan to Fong Lin, the ther of her prospective tch, nodded for everyone to sit. Quickly, Mulan and her faly sat. For one long nt, silence filled the sll roonbsp; and Mulan wished that she had a rag or sothing to wipe her sweaty pal on. She knew what she was supposed to do. Pour tea. Prove that she was worthy of Fong Lin’s son. It seed easy in theory??.??.??. if Mulan could stop her hands fronbsp; shaking.
Be cal
she rended herself.
Reer what Xiu told you—picture doing sothing you like. Just get the tea in the cups. That’s all you have to do.