"But I haven't become that foolish yet. One mistake is enough, but making blunders repeatedly will make people look down on you."
"Aren't you all treating me like a fool these days?"
"I've helped your family quite a lot already, and now my husband and I are reaching the age where we're not as mobile. It's time to enjoy some comfort and chew on ribs while we still have good teeth."
"All these years, I've focused on letting your family eat meat and neglected our own meals. I'm tired of those potatoes; the next time I go home, I'll buy a couple of pounds of ribs and have a good meal!"
Mrs. Fu's words were heavily loaded with implications.
She wasn't just talking about ribs; there were other matters involved too.
After all these years, even though she had supported her family numerous times and spent a considerable amount of money on them,
how did they treat her each time she visited?
In the end, it was all about those potatoes, rotten cabbage, wasn't it?
