"You're the younger ones, and Old Zheng is an elder. What's wrong with asking him for a favor?" the village chief puffed his beard and glared.
An Jing laughed out of anger, "We asked him to make a bed, not for free. Why should we have to humble ourselves and beg him? Is that how business is done? The carpenters in town certainly wouldn't make us feel aggrieved."
