Hearing Zhao Xiaoyi say they were eating gar-bage, one of the burly men who was having breakfast with his wife and kid suddenly threw down his chopsticks and shouted at her, "You stinking woman, you look all proper on the outside, but the moment you open your mouth it's like spewing shit. You actually dare to call the boss's soy milk gar-bage? Disgusting. I think you're the disgusting one. I can't stand people like you city folks. Get out…"
"Hey, I paid, you think you can just tell me to get out?" Zhao Xiaoyi yelled.
The shop owner had also heard what she'd said just now. He took ten yuan out of the small cloth pouch tied around his waist and threw it right at Zhao Xiaoyi's face. Because he used a bit too much force, there was a sharp 'pa' sound, almost like Zhao Xiaoyi had been slapped in public!
Zhao Xiaoyi's cheek was reddened by the slap of the money.
"Get out! If you don't, I'm really going to start swearing!"
The boss grabbed a broom on his way over.
