"Do you think I don't know my own daughter is a bit clumsy?" Ding's father wasn't a fool, easily fooled by one sentence from his daughter. "You, oh you, just look at how lazy you've become lately! Luckily, you ended up with Ding Long who doesn't mind. Otherwise, even if I gave you a mountain of gold and silver as a dowry, I'd worry you'd never get married."
Ding Long's care for Ding Jinshi was something Ding's father could easily see. For over half a year, two or three times a month, Ding Long would bring Ding Jinshi back to the compound to have meals together. At first, perhaps Ding's father couldn't tell how attentive Ding Long was to Ding Jinshi, but over time, in the finer details of life, Ding Long's care for Ding Jinshi was almost like watching over a little daughter, something that Ding's father couldn't overlook.
