"I haven't had braised pork ribs in a long time, so I made some for dinner."

He then walked up to his wife and quietly told her that he had a great day, selling fifteen units.

The pork ribs cost 1.2 yuan per jin (500g), and he splurged and bought five jin (2.5kg) directly.

Of course, there's also Xu Ji Pastry, which Jiang Ning loves the most. It's said to be a century-old shop that only sells for 100 yuan a day, so he bought ten pieces at once.

After giving Wang Xiufen and Lin Qiao each a piece, Jiang Ning couldn't wait to eat it. The soft and glutinous pastry melted in her mouth, and she felt that life was wonderful after eating it.

Jiang Ning put the rest in the cupboard, and anyone who wanted to eat could take it.

In the evening, the family gathered together to eat pork ribs.

The aroma filled the air, making Lin Zhoushi's mouth water again.

"Oh dear, what terrible things have I done! I should have never separated from the family!"

She yelled at Yu Xiaofeng, telling her she absolutely had to bring back another pound of meat tomorrow.

Yu Xiaofeng reached out to her: "Mom, even a clever cook can't cook without rice. I have no money, where am I supposed to get meat? Why don't you cut some off me?"

Lin Zhou was furious. Looking at the food on the table, which was devoid of any oil or grease, she lost her appetite.

Just then, the neighbor said, "Mom, this dish has been sitting here for days. You should throw it away; it'll give you a stomachache if you eat it."

Wang Xiufen was used to being frugal. The dried cabbage was stewed with slices of fatty pork. How could she throw it away? She would eat it all in one day.

She secretly hid in the cupboard.

In the dead of night, when all was quiet except for the chirping of cicadas, a dark figure appeared at her doorstep, inserted a knife into the crack in the door, and opened the kitchen door...