"Just don't listen to him, kid. He's pulling your leg. If this were ten years ago, he might have had a point."
Another grandpa chimed in, "My niece is thirty-two. She's gentle, considerate, and everyone says so. The perfect partner for a family man. Marrying her would be like hitting the jackpot."
Soon, a dissenting voice piped up. "Everything you said is true, but it's a shame your niece is divorced and has a son. Who'd be willing to take on that baggage?"
These old men were first-rate at tearing others down.
Still, compared to other avenues, the women they recommended were actually decent—certainly more reliable than what you'd find on matchmaking sites or at matchmaking corners.
"Thanks, grandpas, but I'm not looking to get married right now. If that changes in the future, I'll be sure to ask for your advice."
With that, he escaped their clutches and jogged ahead.
Before long, the sound of silvery laughter rang out beside him. He turned his head and saw the young girl.
