After my adoptive parents passed away, my biological sister came to the door.
When they met for the first time, she was empty-handed and only brought half a jar of pickles.
She said: "This is pickled by my mother herself, and it is worth a thousand taels of gold."
I know that after collecting the pickles today, I will visit you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will arrange a blind date to receive the bride price.
So I kicked the vat and the pickles three meters away. "Don't touch me!"
