"Wait a moment, miss. Let me set up my stall first!"
Yu Xinmei was a fine girl, but perhaps a little impatient. Old Man Yu deliberately continued setting up at a leisurely pace, picking things up from the ground one by one, acting like an elderly man whose movements had grown slow.
"I'll help you!"
Yu Xinmei did indeed think the old man was slow, but she was not annoyed. She simply pitched in as naturally as could be.
A lovely young woman setting up a stall with an old man drew plenty of glances from passersby, but there was so much excitement during the Dragon Boat Festival that few stopped specifically to watch.
All it really took was spreading the wooden legs and inserting the wooden pegs to secure them. As the old man put his stall supplies back onto the stand, he began asking questions.
"Your face suggests a fortunate destiny, miss. Is there anything in particular you wish to ask about? Your household, your prospects, or your marriage?"
Yu Xinmei asked with a smile.
"Do women ask about their prospects too? Isn't supporting a husband and raising children supposed to come first?"
"Not so. Women have prospects too, and each has her own path. In some places, women even serve as officials!"
Sure enough, most fortune-tellers spoke human words to humans and ghostly words to ghosts, picking whatever sounded pleasing and fooling people with it!
Smiling merrily, Yu Xinmei watched the old man set out two stools, one on either side of the stall, before taking the inner seat himself.
"Please sit, miss!"
Old Man Yu extended a hand, and Yu Xinmei sat straight down on the stool outside.
"All right, tell me my prospects. Will you just read my face and palm, or do you need