The man speaking was holding a freshly sharpened, gleaming kitchen knife. His cheeks were covered with a thick beard, and his clothes were somewhat tattered.
He stood at the doorway, raising the kitchen knife in his hand and said to the staff, "You are harming people. Everyone says your chili sauce is tasty, so I spent the last five dollars I had to buy some rice and a bottle of your chili sauce, thinking I could get by on steamed millet rice with your sauce until I got paid. But you sold me a substandard product. Not only did you waste my last few dollars, but now I can only eat plain rice for the next few days. You're really unscrupulous."
Every time he thought about the two dollars spent on a useless bottle, his heart burned with rage.
He had only five dollars on him, spent two on rice, and, with great reluctance, bought a two-dollar bottle of chili sauce, only to find it was spoiled when he got home and completely inedible.
