"Whatever you feel is appropriate," Zhao's father interjected before Zhao's uncle could even finish his sentence, "We're not relying on that little bit of money to get rich. Just follow what the people in your village normally give in red envelopes at Lu Yang and Xinxin's wedding, that'll be fine. No need for competition."
What Zhao's father meant was clear; there was no need to give more than others, but it couldn't be ridiculously less either. There had to be a proper amount according to the norm, to avoid the Lu Family looking down on Xinxin for receiving too little on her wedding day.
Lu Erbo understood perfectly, "Then we should definitely follow the customs of your side. We can't have people saying that when Xinxin married into our family, we didn't respect her and gave a dowry that was not according to custom."
"Never mind our village for now, what are the rules on your side?" Zhao's father asked in return.
