Xia Dahai's hands trembled as he touched the snow-white silver wrapped in red cloth, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he wished he could swallow the silver: "Bing'er, these are the twenty taels of silver for betrothal gifts sent by Tofu Zhang's family! In my whole life, I've never seen so much money! You're really lucky this time, getting married into such a good family."
Standing to the side, Mrs. Hu from the Xia family pushed Xia Dahai away irritably: "Don't act as if you've never seen the world before, making others laugh at us for no reason! They've come to propose marriage today; we, as elders, must show some dignity. Instead, the moment you see silver, it's as if you can't wait to shove your daughter at them—anyone who doesn't know better would think you're selling her!"
Even as she spoke, she quickly pocketed the red cloth-wrapped silver,
