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Once a person hits seventy, it's as if they've... it's as if they've become a child again, eating what can be eaten, whining when they can't - this is one of the old sayings of Mao Dazhu.
So when his wife snatched away the chopsticks he'd reached for to grab the leftover Mao's Braised Pork from last night's dinner, Mao Dazhu immediately slapped her hand away with a "snap," reclaimed the chopsticks, and stuffed the heavenly fatty pork into his mouth.
The greasy and fat-rich meat nearly tied his intestines in a knot as he ate it. Enraptured, Mao Dazhu argued with his glaring wife, "Won't let me eat? Last night I was heartbroken, eating meat replenishes meat. Such a fine Black Wisteria Mat, I'll probably only come across once in my lifetime, and just like that Old Yu ruined it."
Last night, after seeing Xiao Xian off, Mao Dazhu eagerly waited for Old Yu to return to the seniors' home.
