Not only Fang Yanming, but everyone else was also suffering. Although they knew that Fang's mother was slovenly, they thought that out of sight, out of mind. As long as they couldn't see her, they could eat delicious food. They had been eating like this for so many years and had no illnesses. They figured that if it wasn't clean, they could eat it without getting sick.

But Mao Fangfei said it was a different story, and she described it so vividly: last night they ate noodles with minced meat sauce, noodles made by Fang's mother, who's had a stuffy nose lately...

The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I felt. I even imagined the actions and voiceovers in my mind... Everyone's face turned green. This was even more stimulating than hearing Mao Fangfei talk about twice-cooked braised pork.

After all, they didn't get to eat the twice-cooked braised pork, but they did eat noodles every single meal, for decades.

Fang's mother was embarrassed and angrily scolded, "Who blew their nose? You're talking nonsense. I'm perfectly clean."

The others looked at each other strangely; no one would believe that Fang's mother was completely innocent.

However, many women in the village are like this, not just Fang's mother, so there's nothing strange about it. It's just that this noodle dish is really disgusting.

"You know in your heart whether you blew your eyes out or not, that's enough."

Mao Fangfei smiled faintly and stopped arguing with Fang's mother. Anyway, she wouldn't eat the old woman's cooking. She would just buy more instant noodles when she ran out, and if she really couldn't stand it, she would cook for herself.

"Let's go inside and talk. What kind of behavior is this?"

When Mr. Fang saw someone peeking in through the door, he became even angrier. He yelled at Mrs. Fang, and seeing that she still had snot hanging from her nose, which kept dripping with each sniff, he became even angrier. He said with disdain, "At your age, you can't even blow your nose properly. Can't you be a little more considerate?"

Mother Fang's face turned pale and then red, not daring to argue back. She went to blow her nose in a huff. Fang Yanming was in the room with a green face. He didn't even like the taste of walnuts anymore. He felt nauseous but couldn't vomit.

Mao Fangfei efficiently processed more than twenty chickens and ducks, piling them into several large basins. She took off her gloves and apron, her clothes were clean, without a drop of blood on them.

Aunt Fang's family looked rather grim. They didn't know whether to stay or leave. When Aunt Fang's mother went to the kitchen to cook, Aunt Fang gave her daughter-in-law, Chun Tao, a meaningful look. Although Chun Tao was unwilling, she had no choice but to cook. She didn't want to eat the food Aunt Fang's mother cooked either; it was disgusting.

Lunch was very lavish, even more than the dishes the Fang family had for Chinese New Year. After all, they had slaughtered dozens of chickens and ducks; if they didn't eat quickly, they'd be infested with maggots!

Mao Fangfei was able to eat fresh food, a rare treat. Chun Tao was quite clean in her work; she prepared all the lunches, while Fang's mother only tended the fire. When Fang Yanming saw his wife start eating, he followed suit.

He was traumatized; no wonder his wife wouldn't eat a single bite a few days ago. From now on, he'd follow Mao Fangfei around.

The atmosphere at lunch was quite good, with wine and meat. Fang Yanming's older brother and cousin played a drinking game and ate for more than an hour. After the meal, the family said goodbye. Before leaving, Mao Fangfei looked at Aunt Fang for a while and whispered to Fang Yanming, "Your aunt doesn't look well."

Although she was a forensic doctor, she was also a doctor and knew the basics of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Aunt Fang's complexion was obviously problematic, sallow with a bluish tinge, and her appetite was poor. Aunt Fang used to be a capable person who could eat a whole braised pork knuckle, but in just three years, her appetite had decreased to only being able to eat a small bowl of rice. There must be something wrong with her bodily functions.

Fang Yanming was also a little worried, so he pulled his cousin aside and whispered to him that he should take his aunt to the hospital for a check-up, but—

"My mother is perfectly healthy, Yanming, why are you cursing her like that!" Cousin Fang was furious. He had repeatedly said that his mother was sick, and it was even the second day of the Lunar New Year. No wonder he was angry.