Yesterday I bought a pair of pig trotters and three or four catties of ribs from the Sun family.

The pig's trotters had been simmered for a day and night, they were already soft, and were sent to Lao Yangtou for dinner. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

I stewed half a rack of ribs with wild mushrooms like things yesterday night for the elderly couple. This morning, I used the rib broth to cook noodles for them.

With half a rack of ribs left, Mrs. Sun added ginger, garlic and chili peppers to braise them in red sauce. She also put some potatoes in the pot. The two of them, herself and Yang Huazhong, ate it.

Besides, Sun picked up a jar from the pile in the kitchen and scooped out some pickled mustard greens. She washed two handfuls of bean sprouts and added some chili peppers to make a bowl of sour and spicy pickled mustard greens and bean sprout soup.

Yang Huazhong picked up his chopsticks and saw the sour vegetable and bean sprout soup on the small table in front of him. He said, "You still understand me."

Mrs. Sun smiled gently. After decades of marriage, she understood him better than she understood herself.

Similarly, he is also the one who understands her best in this world.

"Don't just stick to pickled mustard greens and bean sprouts, come, have a piece of ribs." Mrs. Sun picked up a piece of ribs and placed it in Yang Huazhong's bowl.

"You eat some too," Yang Huazhong said, and the couple ate face to face.

Whether it was the aroma of the food wafting into Tan Shi's nose or some other reason, the two had only eaten half way through when Tan Shi suddenly woke up.

“I’m hungry, I want to eat too!” She sat on the bed, stretched her neck, swallowed loudly toward the table, and said in a loud voice.

Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi quickly put down their chopsticks. Yang Huazhong went to the bedside to check on Tan Shi's condition, while Sun Shi quickly brought Tan Shi a bowl and chopsticks, filling it with rice.

“Mom, you’re awake? How are you feeling now? Are you hurting anywhere?” Yang Huazhong asked with concern.

Tan refused to answer Yang Huazhong's question, wrinkling her nose powerfully. "Too fragrant, what kind of vegetables are these?"

Yang Huazhong turned his head to look at the table behind him and said, "Braised pork ribs with potatoes, pickled mustard greens and bean sprout soup."

“This spicy flavor is authentic, I like it!” Tan said happily.

And reaching out to get up, Yang Huazhong quickly helped her: "Mother, just stay in bed. We'll bring you dishes and feed you."

Tan patted Yang Huazhong's hand: "Third brother, you silly boy, I have hands and feet myself, why do you need to carry me? Quickly help me over there, I want to eat by myself."

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to help Tan move to the table and sit down. Soon, Sun brought over the meal and placed it in front of Tan.

"Mother, dinner is ready," she said cautiously.

“Good, good!” Tan grabbed her chopsticks. Although she was blind, her movements were a little clumsy when she picked them up. But as soon as the tips of her chopsticks touched the food, she seemed to sense it immediately through the chopsticks.

He scooped a large portion of pickled mustard greens and bean sprouts onto his plate with one chopstick, then ate it greedily.

"This was made by Qing'er's mother, wasn't it?" Tan said while eating, her words unclear.

"I heard it's the daughter-in-law who cooked this." Mrs. Sun said with some trepidation, "Mother, how does...this taste? Is it to your liking?"

Earlier, Tan had been furious. At this moment, he might be nitpicking at every detail. Sun was worried sick, and Yang Huazhong stood beside her, looking tense as well.

Unexpectedly, Tan not only didn't scold, but instead nodded with a smile: "This tastes good. Qing'er, it's not that I favor you, but among all the daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law in our old Yang family, none can compare to your cooking skills!"

“Ah?” Sun shi was stunned, Yang Huazhong was also at a loss.

Why did you suddenly become so talkative?

“If it weren’t for your good cooking, our old Yang family wouldn’t have pushed you out to take charge of all those big celebrations before. Look at this braised pork ribs, they're so delicious! The bones and meat just slip apart with a single sound, top-notch, I tell you…”

Tan sat there eating and praising, in no time she had eaten half a bowl of potato stewed pork ribs, the bones from the meat she gnawed on piled high at the edge of the bowl.

"Why aren't you two eating?" Tan suddenly asked.

Sun returned to her senses and said, "Mother, we've both eaten already. You eat."

Tan nodded: "Right, where's your father? Why hasn't he come to eat?"

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“Ah?” Mrs. Sun was surprised and looked up at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong was also dumbfounded. After being beaten up like that, how could he be fine after just one sleep? When did his mother's heart become so open?

“Your father probably went gossiping with Old Gingerhead again, didn't he? That old geezer really can't sit still since he got that wheelchair,” Tan muttered to herself.

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"By the way, Qinger's mother, you keep these spare ribs. When your father comes back to visit, heat them up for him. He must be starving!"

After Tan finished speaking, she stopped poking the ribs and potatoes with her chopsticks and instead began eating pickled vegetables and bean sprouts.

Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun on the side were astonished. At Mrs. Sun's signal, Yang Huazhong cleared his throat and cautiously asked, "Mother, are you... alright? Nothing hurts, does it?"

Tan looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Look at me, I can eat and sleep soundly. Comfortable, isn't it?"

"Oh dear..."

She suddenly stopped holding her chopsticks and said, "My scalp feels kind of hot."

She put down her chopsticks and reached up to touch her head. The next instant, she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! My hair is bald in a patch! What happened? Where did my hair go?"

On the sidelines, Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun's expressions could be described as horrifying.

“Mother, do you, do you really not remember what happened to your hair?” Yang Huazhong gathered his courage and tentatively asked.

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Tan wiped her scalp and stopped abruptly. She raised her head, a furious look on her face, and shouted at Yang Huazhong: “What on earth is going on? Why is my hair bald in one spot?”

"Previously..."

“Let me tell you!” Mrs. Sun spoke before Yang Huazhong could.

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“Mother, it’s all my fault. I had left a piece of sticky paper on the table before and forgot to take it away. You tripped and hit your head against it while walking. When you pulled it off, some hair came off with it by accident. It’s all my fault as the daughter-in-law. If you want to blame someone, blame me…”

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Hearing Sun's words, Tan was so angry that her teeth chattered.

“What should I say to you? Just a moment ago, I was praising you, and now you're giving me trouble!” Tan scolded Sun, her teeth gritted, looking as if she wanted to scold iron for not becoming steel.

Mrs. Sun bowed her head and apologized repeatedly.

After all, the sour and spicy flavor of pickled mustard greens and bean sprouts was too tempting. Even though Tan scolded a few words casually, he picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

After eating and drinking her fill, she climbed onto the bed and fell back asleep, covering her head.

While Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun hurried to clear the table, they ran nervously into Old Yang's house next door and told him about Tan's strange behavior earlier.

Upon hearing this, Old Yang's face was also full of astonishment. He couldn't recover for a long time.