In the ancient, tranquil town of Taoyuan, winding cobblestone streets weave between wooden buildings standing in picturesque disarray. Beneath an old locust tree by the roadside sits a modest courtyard, a little worn but steeped in old-world charm. It is home to Granny Wang, a matchmaker well into her seventies. Sunlight filters through the mottled leaves, falling across her wrinkled face, which always wears a kindly smile. She sits in a wicker chair in the courtyard, leafing through a yellowed matchmaker’s manual. Its pages are densely filled with matchmaking techniques and successful cases passed down through her family for generations.
