Yan Fei was busy. With a puff of smoke, he ran over to Pang Fa, saying, "Brother Fa, are you slaughtering cows today? I'll come by in the afternoon to pick up the meat. By the way, how's the beef selling?"
"Haven't you noticed how well I've been living? If I couldn't sell the beef, would I be this comfortable? Look at my dog, he gets a big bone to gnaw on every day!" Pang Fa took a sip of his egg tea after stuffing a piece of beef into his mouth. "Have you eaten? I don't feel like cooking, so this is it. There's still some in the pot; just help yourself..."
The dog, which was actually a gift from Yan Fei, wagged its tail at Yan Fei's arrival and then buried its head to gnaw at a bone.
"No need, I've had breakfast." Yan Fei dragged a chair over and sat down. "Did you reduce the price? Are you not making a profit?"
