Mrs. Zhang, however, thought it was a possibility. "If there's a suitable candidate, Da Hai, you might as well give it a try. At worst, you can rent a place to live for now. Good girls are a hot commodity these days; it's always better to make the first move."
Mrs. Zhang was very concerned about Zhang Dahai's marriage prospects. He was about to turn twenty-five and still hadn't found a suitable partner. She and her husband were worried to death.
"Mom, there's no rush," Zhang Dahai said hastily.
"How can you not be in a rush—" Before Mrs. Zhang could finish, Zhang Xiaozhen cut in, "Mom, Second Brother, this girl has her own house."
"What?" Mrs. Zhang exclaimed in surprise. "She has her own house?"
"That's right, two of them!" Zhang Xiaozhen said. "She came to our real estate office today to transfer the deeds. They're both courtyard houses, and one isn't far from us, just over in Xilin Alley."
