Luo Qiao said, "Auntie, I don't know you, just say what you have to say here, I'm listening."
By this time, the villagers who had followed to watch the excitement also gathered around.
The woman's smile could no longer be maintained; in this area, she was a well-known matchmaker, and she had never been turned away from a door before, as everyone would try to curry favor with her.
The woman said, "You haven't been in Qingshan Brigade for long, so you probably don't recognize me. I'm Zhao Linxin, the matchmaker from the neighboring Zheng Qiao Village, and I often move around these parts."
Luo Qiao smiled faintly and said, "Auntie, which family are you advocating for this time, or did you come to my house to ask for a drink of water?"
Zhao Linxin felt that this girl must have something wrong with her brain. She was at her doorstep asking which family she was supporting?
Smiling, she said, "Look at what this girl is saying, still sleepy, talking nonsense, let's go inside and talk."