He asked them about their life in detail like their real father before riveting his eyes on balls of soybean malt hanging on a wall of the upper room.

With bright smile on his face, he stressed the balls of soybean malt represented a peculiar scene only to be seen in socialist rural dwellings.

He told the smell of soybean malt was nice, adding: It is sure that the housewife is versed in making soybean paste and sauce.

That day he had a picture taken with the couple and blessed their future.