"Oh, Lao Lin, off to a matchmaking date?" Fang Rui, home for the New Year holiday, called Lin Jingyan while holding an officially licensed Team Whistling thermos, filled to the brim with ice-cold Coke.
Winters in N City were cold. Lin Jingyan nodded as he wrapped a scarf around his neck. "A friend of my parents runs a matchmaking agency. I owe them a favor, so it'd be rude not to go."
"Don't put it like that. What if you actually find someone?"
Lin Jingyan shook his head and said that the other person and her family probably wouldn't be interested either. It would most likely just end with a chat.
"That woman passed the civil service exam, and her whole family has secure government jobs." Families like that usually want a reliable son-in-law with a steady job. Esports, a new industry where careers were short-lived, probably wouldn't be on their list of ideal matches. Besides, when he was young, video games had been seen as a menace.
Fang Rui said, "You haven't even met her yet. Why are you backing out?"
Lin Jingyan shook his head. "You grew up somewhere else, so you don't know how things work in this patchwork province. Traditionally, people aren't too keen on marrying someone from far away."
"Outside the province?"
"No, from northern Jiangsu." Lin Jingyan, a local of N City in southern Jiangsu, said this matter-of-factly.
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