Zhao Datu glared fiercely at his mother, "It seems like none of the words I've said before have gotten through to you. Whether Dabao is good or not isn't for you aunties and moms to decide, it's up to the men. Why don't you ask dad if Dabao is pretty?"
Finally, Uncle Zhao got his chance to speak, "Dabao is pretty indeed, we never said she wasn't. Dad just thinks she's too good for you and worries that she might not fancy you."
"Ai, ai, ai, you old devil," Auntie Zhao glared angrily at Uncle Zhao: "What I'm worried about is that the lady might not be useful once married into our family. But you're worried about whether the lady will look down on our Datu. Our Datu is handsome and strong; so many ladies want to marry him. You should be asking our Datu if he wants to marry her!"
