Uncle Wang never managed to take out his thermos cup.
He didn't dare.
Every time he made a move, several dogs would cock their heads and watch him. They weren't actually fierce, but it made him feel guilty.
Sometimes he thought he wasn't really doing anything wrong—just bringing a cup of milk.
But then he'd remember the price...
After repeatedly wrestling with the dilemma, he didn't let it stop him from doing his work. In the end, as he was shoveling cow dung, he sighed—
Forget it, forget it.
At my age, getting a stable job with benefits and regular health checkups is something you can't easily find elsewhere.
If I were fired for stealing milk, I'd be the laughingstock of ten miles and eight villages!
At his age, his reputation was also quite important.
Once he put that thought aside, he felt at ease even looking at the dogs.
Seeing them gathered curiously around him, Uncle Wang chuckled and patted the empty cup on his chest:
