The old man took two puffs from his pipe and smiled. "Girls nowadays are so precious. If she really wants to marry a yin soul, my old lady can introduce her to a handsome young man."
The old lady agreed. "She's quite pretty. Many young men would have their eyes on her."
Pei Ye found this amusing and asked them, "Is it hard to find a partner in the underworld?"
"Oh, a whole bunch of people can't find partners. I played matchmaker last time. A girl in her sixties wanted to find a man, and as soon as the personal ad went out, over six hundred bachelors were lining up." The old lady answered the question subconsciously. By the time she realized who she was talking to, she was so frightened that her eyeballs fell to the ground and rolled twice.
The old man skillfully crouched down to help her pick them up, muttering under his breath, "Look at you. You're an old woman of one or two hundred years, yet you're still so jumpy when things happen. Your eyeballs dropped again, didn't they?"
