Mom went to the kitchen to cook.

Dad is watching TV in the living room.

The little boy pushed the takeout to the ground, making a mess everywhere. Dad impatiently shouted Mom's name.

Mom hurriedly came out to clean up.

While cleaning up, she asked me, "Why don't you help? 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 table at that woman's house.

Uncle often ate ribs like that.