"In-laws, we've brought the two hundred yuan for the bride price." Xu Qinghe said with a cheerful smile, as if he hadn't heard what Zhou's dad just said. He pulled out the money while saying, "Now, let's discuss the wedding date for the two kids."
"You dragged the marriage on for a year, and now you're saying you barely managed to scrape together two hundred?" Zhou's dad looked at the scattered bills making up the two hundred yuan, and for a moment, he was tempted. But then, remembering Old Luo's promise of three hundred yuan and a bicycle, he didn't hesitate to push the money back.
Zhou's dad put on a stern face and said irritably, "Last year, I told you to let them get married early, but you insisted on dragging it out till this year. Now, I feel you have no sincerity in marrying my daughter. Let's just call off this engagement!"
"No way. Our families' marriage has already been agreed. I've even brought the money. How can you just say 'no wedding' and that's it?"
