"Grandpa, what happened to Auntie Li's leg?"
At this, Land Officer Yang sighed, "What happened? She did it to herself. She didn't like Li Chun, so she caught Li Chun's boy and beat him up. Li Chun couldn't stand for that, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a fight. By accident, her leg broke again—old injuries on top of new ones. And she's no longer young; somehow her leg shrank, one longer, one shorter, and now she's lame."
"Let's not talk about her anymore; let's hurry to your place. Your mother makes a great pork knuckle, the meat is so tender it falls off the bones, exactly to my taste."
Yang Chuxia laughed upon hearing this, "My mother did make soy sauce pork knuckle, just waiting for you to come and eat."
The three people ahead were chatting and laughing as they walked.
The three kids trailing behind, however, were staring at each other, stopping after every few steps.
"Brother, why doesn't he speak?"
"He doesn't know you!" Lele said.
