On the day my brother was admitted to Qingbei, my mother slaughtered the family's sheep and entertained the whole village.
More than a dozen pots of mutton made my mouth water.
But my mother was not even willing to give me broth.
My brother's mouth was full of oil after eating, and he threw a sheep bone to me like a dog.
My eyes were shining and I was about to bite, but my mother stopped me with a look of disgust.
