"In-laws, we've brought the two hundred dollars for the betrothal gift," Xu Qinghe said with a beaming smile, as if he hadn't heard what Zhou's father had just said. He took out the money and continued, "Now, let's discuss the wedding date for the two children."
"You dragged your feet last year about marrying, and now you've suddenly scraped together two hundred?" Zhou's father looked at the scattered two hundred dollars. For a moment, he was tempted, but then he remembered Luo's promise of three hundred dollars and a bicycle, and without thinking, he pushed the money back.
Zhou's father's face was stern, and he said with annoyance, "Last year, I suggested they marry early, but you insisted on delaying until this year. Now, I feel that you have no sincerity in marrying my daughter. This marriage arrangement should just be called off!"
"No, our two families had already agreed on this, and I've brought the money today, how can you say we won't get married just like that?"
