Old Wang glared at her and said unhappily, "Who knows what you're going to do with it? Even if I throw away my cow's milk, I won't let you use it for no reason!"
Jian Qingqing did not know what Old Wang was thinking. He would think that she would not do a good job with it. She explained, "I won't use it for no reason. I'm going to use it for food."
This was the same excuse that the cook used. Old Wang did not believe her nonsense. He snorted coldly and chased them away with both hands. "I'm not selling it! I'm not selling it! Get lost!"
The cook quickly said, "Old Wang! It's really not what you think! We're really buying to drink it! We're all neighbors. Don't you know what kind of person I am? Why would I say such things?"
Jian Qingqing also said, "That's right, Old Uncle Wang. I'm from the Jian Family Village. The Jian Family's Food Shop in the county belongs to my family. If you don't believe me, I'll cook for you later."
