Seeing that Zhang Xiaowei didn't ask for the cowhide or offal, the butcher immediately started his work.
The butcher aimed for the old cow's heart and swiftly stabbed it with his knife.
The old cow let out a faint moan, and in the blink of an eye, it was motionless.
"Boss, you're satisfied with my skills, aren't you?"
The butcher seemed to fear that Zhang Xiaowei might change his mind, so he asked for praise, almost as if he was seeking credit.
Zhang Xiaowei nodded, indeed admiring the butcher's skills.
"The skill is truly not bad, hurry up and get it done."
Hearing Zhang Xiaowei's praise, the butcher immediately called his partner to speed up the processing of the old cow.
People around continued to discuss how Zhang Xiaowei had made a foolish decision and suffered a huge loss.
But Zhang Xiaowei didn't care about these comments, just watching the butchers busy at work.
