Mom went to the kitchen to cook.

Dad is watching TV in the living room.

The little boy pushed the takeout to the ground, scattering it everywhere. Dad impatiently shouted Mom's name.

Mom quickly came out to clean up.

While cleaning up, she asked me, "Why aren't you helping? Are you lacking arms and legs?"

When she asked me, I noticed that the flesh on her hands and feet had also been hollowed out, revealing pieces of dry bones.

I remembered the "braised pork ribs" on the woman's table at home.

Uncle also often ate such ribs.