"What daydreaming are you doing again? Go help your mom. It'd be more practical to think about what to make for lunch," the butcher shop boss said irritably.
"What daydreaming? I'm telling the truth," his daughter huffed angrily, "That brat just got lucky, really hit the jackpot..."
"Shut up!" The butcher shop boss waved the sharp knife in his hand at his daughter and said, "If you keep spouting nonsense, believe it or not, I'll chop your tongue off. When Jesse was in danger, that kid didn't hesitate to jump down to find him. What were you doing then? Sitting at home eating your apple pie, insincerely saying it's such a pity Jesse is such a good person. Go look in the mirror, see how ugly you've become now! I'm afraid even if I offered ten pigs, I couldn't marry you off!"
The butcher shop boss's daughter had never heard her father speak so harshly to her, and she finally couldn't hold back, covering her face with her hands, running back into the house crying.
