I Help My In-Laws Break Corn, and My In-Laws Treat Me to Some Pickles

My son and daughter-in-law took their grandson to travel to Yunnan. But he took me to the countryside along the way and asked me to help my in-laws with the autumn harvest. I cracked the corns loudly, but my in-laws thought I was too slow: "City people are so squeamish that they have to work hard." But that was because my waist and shoulders were exhausted from raising my grandson. At noon, the in-laws slowly brought out three steamed buns, a stack of pickles and a plate of fried pork with celery. I was so hungry that I took a piece of meat. With a "pop" sound, my in-laws knocked off the meat and gave me a blank look: "How can we eat meat when we have nothing to do?" I laughed angrily and put down my chopsticks. But they thought I was easy to bully, so they giggled: "Don't want to eat? That will save food. Just don't complain about being hungry when you are working in the afternoon!" Of course they are not hungry. In the afternoon, I excused myself to go to the field late for a while, and threw all the meat in their refrigerator into the pot to stew. After he was full, he took the remaining large bowl of meat to the entrance of the village to feed the dogs.