Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2168: Chapter 1847: Young People’s Matchmaking Corner

Qiaoqiao’s friends are few, but each friendship is genuine, thus each one is especially precious.

Faced with Xiaoyang’s playful teasing, he grinned proudly: "Alright then, I’ll definitely send you plenty, using my salary! But you have to take me out to have a good time!"

The last time I came, the weather was so cold, and I had to attend the expo, so I didn’t really enjoy myself—it was so tiring just sitting in the car.

Xiaoyang quickly said: "High-speed rail business class, I’ll pay for it! Wait until I have a holiday, then message me. Make the travel plans, and then come straight away!"

The two chattered away as they planned, already reserving pears, apples, pomegranates from the mountains, winter jujubes, late peaches, autumn cucumbers, and various rice flours, etc...

Xiaoyang rubbed his hands with excitement: "Once we finish harvesting the wheat, I’ll go home and apply for funding from my dad. Then I’ll rent a place next to school for a studio!"

Such a legitimate reason.

Only Qiaoqiao faced the core issue directly: "Will the studio have a big, big refrigerator?"

Xiaoyang opened his mouth, then closed it.

After a while, he said: "I’ll rent a separate room next to the studio; the big freezer and refrigerator can’t be placed in any public space."

Clearly, a lesson learned from experience.

Qiaoqiao nodded, then looked again at the repeatedly playing video of the military parade, finally hesitantly asking:

"Xiaoyang, does your school’s military training have such a parade? Can I go watch it?"

So impressive! Watching it made his heart pound, not knowing why he was so excited.

Xiaoyang patted his chest: "No worries. I’ll report and arrange for you to enter as a visitor—if you can bring two baskets of cucumbers, all freshmen will know my name!"

Future entrepreneurship, wanting to connect with seniors, classmates, and juniors, couldn’t be more convenient?

Hehe!

Thinking about the future, both felt strangely excited. At this moment, seeing the roaring harvester almost at their front, they immediately donned large straw hats and waited eagerly.

...

Meanwhile, Aunt Zhang Hong had just gotten off the bus, and the rain started again.

She opened her umbrella and walked to the bus stop, finding the bus ahead was not the one she asked about, but it was packed full of people.

Thinking that transportation and meal expenses were reimbursed, she didn’t hesitate—no reason not to take advantage of public perks! She decided to take a taxi!

Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to use the online ride-hailing service, so she’ll have to learn it later to be fashionable next time.

"Yun City Hotel." She quickly stated after getting in the taxi.

Yun City Hotel, adjacent to the city garden, is quite a historically old hotel, with several decades of history.

Though it has become somewhat obsolete with time, most Yun City people know about it.

The driver turned the wheel: "Alright! With this rain, there aren’t many people at the park entrance, so it shouldn’t be congested."

Aunt Zhang Hong doesn’t have much concept of "traffic jam," at the moment just inquiring: "Driver, I heard there was a matchmaking corner there today, how’s that?"

That driver doesn’t know, but it doesn’t matter, he voiced this inquiry in his group chat: "Anyone knows about the matchmaking event at Yun City Hotel today? What’s going on?"

In Yun City, taxi drivers are the best source of news! In a few minutes, voice messages flooded in one after another; the driver didn’t even need to interpret, just adjusted the volume.

Aunt Zhang Hong listened attentively.

[Yun City Hotel matchmaking event, Oh, why haven’t I heard of it? Sign my nephew up!]

[You’re behind the times. This matchmaking event happens every five or six months, arranged as a tea party, with registered participants interacting—whether they hit it off, I don’t know, but lunch is included with a buffet, eat freely!]

A buffet?!

Aunt Zhang Hong straightened up, feeling this trip was worthwhile.

[What’s your nephew’s situation? You might as well say it in the group. Registration is only for those in the unit.]

[Exactly, units search for partners, unless you’re the boss, otherwise they don’t usually look outside the industry...]

[Doesn’t seem successful, my relative’s daughter went, heard nobody has signed up in recent years, and they’re forced to fill slots...]

Aye!

Aunt Zhang Hong listened silently, feeling that these drivers weren’t very useful, the information lacked key points.

Forget it. She paid and got out of the taxi, opened her umbrella, then marched into the venue with boldness:

Their village now has so many good lads and lasses, surely there should be something genuine at this matchmaking event.

But Aunt Zhang Hong’s courage wavered upon entering the venue.

No wonder, it was too silent.

The matchmaking corner she imagined:

Either personal information cards displayed or everyone chatting away, young people drinking milk tea, talking leisurely, hitting it off and arranging a next date...

Reality is, the specially designated banquet hall with small tea tables, steaming green tea, chrysanthemum tea, rose tea to choose from, and plates of candy, biscuits, preserved plums, etc.

Yes, young people present, milk tea and coffee available, several takeout bags even piled on a corner table.

But no one spoke.

Everyone engrossed on their phones, raising their heads to glance at the door sound—today, Aunt Zhang Hong had specially donned new and neat attire!

Yet, no one paid attention.

They quickly lowered their heads again to their phones.

Aunt Zhang Hong looked puzzled.

Should I learn from this? Do participants have to hand in their phones at matchmaking corners? Secretary Xiaozu didn’t mention anything!

She stood at the door for a long time, the young girl closer to the entrance glanced twice, finally hesitantly, looked around then came forward:

"Aunt, are you looking for someone or..."

Aunt Zhang Hong turned red, slightly flustered, replied: "I’m just taking a look, just looking..."

The girl was confused for a moment, wondering if there’s anyone familiar.

But then she saw Aunt Zhang Hong cautiously moving closer, timidly asking about the chair:

"Miss, can I sit here?"

The girl chuckled: "Please sit, Aunt. None of us have company here."

Aunt Zhang Hong sat down, furrowed her eyebrows, full of worry.

Glancing around, feeling even more troubled.

Because the venue setup, even in her imagination, wasn’t good enough—food and drinks, she’d even considered not using Lao Song’s for the catering, too tasty, they wouldn’t be able to chat.

But she planned to ask if they could sponsor some tea leaves...

But this... oh!

A wasted trip!

She saw the girl lower her head again to her phone, holding back but couldn’t:

"Miss, aren’t you here for matchmaking? Why isn’t anyone talking?"

There was a guy loudly playing a TikTok video, each time that magical sound of chuckling arose, several girls frowned.

The girl in front looked up:

"Aunt, we’re just here to oblige, no one really intends to find a match here."