A blind date fair?!
Wu Lan set down the old bitter melon with its bright red pulp in her hand off to the side. "We're already starting to organize it? What do we even do?"
They were your typical rural women in the village; they'd never properly organized anything before! They were really nervous.
Well, uh, Aunt Zhang Hong didn't know either.
"I'm just someone who grinds tofu for a living… but," she started worrying out loud, "Lanhua's boy, that Zhou Tianyu, Lanhua insists on signing him up too. That kid's got high standards, and he never comes back. Tell me, how are we supposed to find him someone in the village?"
Exactly.
Wu Lan sucked in her cheeks, then remembered Aunt Zhang Hong was still sitting across from her, hurriedly relaxed her face like nothing happened, and just fretted:
"Right! Even a girl like Tian Tian—so good at running a household and looks so neat and proper—he wasn't interested in her."
