When Qiao Changshun heard this, he was troubled.
He had gone to town today and bought two grass carps and a pile of chicken feet. They had eaten the two grass carps for lunch and the chicken feet were still raw, just defrosted.
Three days ago, he had gone to town and bought big bones, pork intestines, pork belly, and pigs' feet. But it had been raining these last few days, and his family of three had eaten all of these up.
"Mom, we have steamed buns but no fatty meat," he answered honestly.
"Your family is as rich as a silver mine, and now when your father and I have come, you can't even bear to share some fatty meat with me?!" The matriarch of the Sun family slanted her eyes, her face ferocious, her tone rude. "You unfilial son, I have spoiled you in vain before!"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes.