Boss Chang's words were something Zhang Yanping believed, but Song Tan wasn't short of money this year! Didn't you see how generous they had become?
So, with these bits and pieces, why bother! She could put them online for Qiaoqiao to draw lots, and she'd be happy doing that.
Boss Chang was indignantly talking while munching on a leek pie, his chopsticks moved around the plate, finally and precisely picking the greasy, crispy, and tender pancake. After having two bites with some congee, he asked, "What's up with the milk? Why not just put it in a bucket and deliver it with the car, it's not much trouble!"
"That would still be quite troublesome." Zhang Yanping honestly replied, "The car comes in the middle of the night, leaves in the middle of the night, you can't milk cows at night. During the day, we can milk and store it, but there's no need—the quantity is very unstable."
