The Languid Zhao

"Doggy Li, what are you trying to do?" Zhao Yu's dad was standing right at the front, holding onto a hoe as he shouted at the other party, "Are you trying to bully us by sheer force of numbers? If you have guts, come on?! I will go all out!"

"Pfft!" The man opposite him was about forty years old and kept a moustache. He shouted, "Old Zhao, what is the point of you going all out? We have to be reasonable, right? The cow from my house died in your backyard, so what do you have to say about that? I'm telling you, hurry up and pay for it. Otherwise, I'm going to sue you for murder, and let the police arrest you!"

"Yes!" A middle aged woman that looked like a pail stomped her feet and scolded, "Old Zhao, your heart is so brutal! A while back, we only argued about building a pigeon shed. But you don't have to vent your anger our cow, right?"