Needless to say, the prideful Cripple Wang fiercely beat up his fat wife when he got home. Only when the queue for taste-testing in front of The Yu’s Braised Food Shop had stretched long and far did she return, limping, to get the braised pig’s knuckles. 

The fat matron with her droopy triangular eyes squeezed her way to the front, then quietly picked up a toothpick and tasted all the dishes on display. Behind her, people who did not understand the situation and felt unhappy that she jumped her queue said, “Line up, line up! We all have to wait; how can you jump the queue!”

“Line up? I’ve already lined up before to order the meat, and I only went back home to get more money! What are you whining about, huh? Do you need to rush back to cry at a funeral?!” Without Cripple Wang around, this fat lady quickly resumed her outrageous and unreasonable behavior.

The person who she had refuted was not willing to back down, “Who needs to rush back to cry at a funeral? With that ominous mouth of yours, Cripple Wang must’ve collected eight lifetimes of misfortune to have married you! You didn’t bring money? What meat do you want to buy if you didn’t bring money? I think you just need a good beating! Where’s Cripple Wang? Are you not going to control your own wife? If anything...