After I traveled to ancient times and became a widow, I ignored everyone's objections and used the money from the family division to buy a lot of pigs. The neighbors around me felt distressed when they saw that I spent money to buy these dirty things. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law, who followed me, suffered a lot. But the next day, I took the braised offal to the market. The meat had been soaked in the soup overnight. After opening it, the aroma was fragrant. A middle-aged man buying sesame seed cakes smelled it and couldn't help but look at my stall. Noticing his gaze, I greeted him, would you like some? When a middle-aged man saw me for the first time, he didn't quite believe what I said. You guys are just pigs, can they taste good?
