Who knew how many times Raina had reheated this bowl of soybeans. It might have even been the same pork knuckle and soybean stew from Chinese New Year's Eve, kept simmering until now—over half a month later. There was no telling how many people had eaten out of it. Phoebe Huxley would rather starve than eat it, so she simply gave the pigs an extra meal.
Felix Thorne was a little unhappy. Even if the stew didn't have a single pig bristle in it, it was still a token of his mother's kindness. But she'd dumped it out for the pigs. Wasn't this a blatant display of contempt for his mother?
Tang Xiaonan sensed trouble and quickly piped up, "Dad, I want some vegetables! I can't reach them."
The dark cloud on Felix Thorne's face immediately lifted. He picked up a large helping of pork skin rolls with his chopsticks, which only had a few pieces of green vegetables, and placed it in Tang Xiaonan's bowl.
