Zhao Tianlei calmed down and stopped insisting on being discharged from the hospital when he heard these words.
Meanwhile, at Zhao Family Village, Yun Xiaoxiao and her two sons were gnawing on ribs. The flavor was great, with plenty of meat on the bones, stewed until tender and seasoned with a special mix for braising ribs.
Unable to help it, her cooking skills were just average, so she could only add some seasoning packets to ensure the ribs tasted good.
"Mommy, the ribs are so yummy," Xiao Bao savored the taste.
Because the ribs took a long time to stew, their dinner was not eaten until it was nearly dark, and they dined by the light of a kerosene lamp.
"Do you like it?"
"Meat is yummy."
Da Bao and Xiao Bao nodded at the same time, saying in unison.
After all, who doesn't like meat, especially during the late seventies, when meat was usually only eaten during the New Year.
Lunch was shredded pork noodles, and dinner was potato ribs with rice.