My abusive husband has finally disappeared, and in my joy, I stewed a pot of spare ribs for myself.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and it was my wicked mother-in-law.
She brought two police officers with her, claiming that her son had been missing for a week and couldn't be reached, and she was certain that I had harmed him.
At that moment, the meat in the pressure cooker was ready, and I gently asked my mother-in-law, "Mom, would you like some meat? It's delicious."
