Tent Lady and Stalkers

This is Tent Lady, whose name I do know, but have forgotten how to pronouce. True to her calling, she runs the tea and gossip tent opposite Dingxi No 1 People's Hospital, and is a matriarch in true Chinese fashion. She brews hot sweet overboiled green tea all day long and keeps the various bemused farmers who visit her tent well in line, and occasionally packs them off to play chess, buy her food, or visit their sick relatives in hospital. She also wishes to adopt me...

I first met her when living in Dingxi when I started buying breakfast off a stall near by, and she'd sort of smile and tut at me in a faintly disapproving fashion everyday. After about 6 months of this, I plucked up the courage to actually go and try talking to her, and quickly found myself drinking very large quantities of her tea, and having wonderful conversations where we both completely failed to understand the other. I am still fairly sure she tried to tell me one day all about how her family left Dongbei (basically where I'm living now) when the Japanese invaded it.

However, I never expected her to remember me when I went back. But as soon as she saw me, I was ushered back into her tent, grilled about my family and marital status once again (please be warned, innocent people who might visit me in China: she will want to meet and interrogate you), chastised for being thin, and had my hands clutched at length.

Sadly, Tent Lady has a son, and is determined we should meet. He now has my phone number, and whilst I am highly fond of Tent Lady, her progeny are another matter. Her son lives in Shanghai, and despite the distance, and the fact that we do not have a language in common calls me almost every day. I'm not sure if he is simply convinced that he will learn English simply by occasionally misunderstanding me down the phone, or if Tent Lady is in fact also harbouring designs on my marital status...

I'm really not very sure what to do. I don't wish to offend Tent Lady as I really do quite like her (and also the thought of her vetting my various relatives as she seems determined to do amuses me highly), but The Son really does not interest me very much...