"Yo, Auntie Fan, carrying such a big pig's trotter, is there a special occasion at home today?"
Several neighboring aunties saw the Liang mother carrying the hefty pig's trotter and teased her with a laugh.
"What special occasion, I bought it at a street stall at the crossroad. They said it was from their own pig that fell to its death in the mountains, half the price of the market. We haven't had meat in the house for a long time, and the kids need some nutrition."
Hearing her say that, the neighboring aunties also swarmed toward the alley, afraid they'd miss out on the bargain.
Afraid to be too slow and miss the good deal.
Liang mother hummed a tune, happily heading home.
It had been seven or eight days since the quarrel with Shen Hongmei, and no one from the court or the police had come looking for her, which convinced her that the matter was over. That's why she was finally willing to spend money to buy a big pig's trotter to calm her nerves.
