Xia Dabao stopped and waited for Tian Xiaobei to finish speaking.
Tian Xiaobei scratched his head and then said, "So Zhao Datu went to your house to propose today?"
"Yes, he did," Xia Dabao said.
"And did you agree?"
"We didn't agree. It's just not possible," Xia Dabao said.
Tian Xiaobei then laughed, "That's right. Is your finger still hurting? How about I cut the grass for you today as well?"
"Is that okay?" Xia Dabao said.
"The grass is too damp. It's better if your hand doesn't get wet," Tian Xiaobei said while putting down Xia Dabao's basket and beginning to cut the grass.
After a while, Zhao Datu actually showed up as well.
Once Zhao Datu arrived, he walked straight over to Xia Dabao without saying a word, simply standing there, which confused Xia Dabao, "Zhao Datu, what is wrong with you?"
"Why did you refuse my proposal?" Zhao Datu asked.
"Why can't I refuse?" Xia Dabao answered.