Just after I came out of the bathhouse, the old man stopped me and insisted that I choose one of her three daughters to marry into my wife. The third was recognized as a beauty by the whole village, and the second was smart and sweet-tongued. I decisively took the old and ugly eldest, and my father-in-law was immediately stunned. You boy, you have really poisonous eyes! I didn't say anything at that time, but I knew I made the right bet. . . . . .
