Liu Qiaoqiao was at home with the door closed, gnawing on meat in the kitchen with her son.
The meat was originally meant to be kept for dinner. But the aroma was so tempting, the mother and son couldn't resist it.
After a nap until mid-afternoon, they roused and rushed to the kitchen to eat meat.
They heated up a pile of ribs, and the mother and son each grabbed a piece and began eating around the table.
"Mmm! Delicious, truly delicious! So tasty!" Liu Chengcai said, mouth full and mumbling indistinctly.
"Isn't it? That He Fusheng sure is lucky. Ever since he befriended the chief's son, look at how he's living, almost like a god! Eating exquisite food and drinking fine wine every day!" Liu Qiaoqiao thought of the stolen bottle of wine and quickly took it out, skipping the cup, and took a swig directly from the bottle.
The mother and son were eating heartily when suddenly they heard someone banging on the door outside.
"Who is it?" Liu Chengcai asked.
