My sister-in-law is not the first 'year pig' we have raised in our family.

　　The first 'year pig' we raised was my eldest sister.

　　She weighed over 300 pounds and could hardly walk.

　　She would eat a basin of rice for each meal.

　　That basin used to be used for preserving pickled vegetables in pig oil, it's bigger than my head.

　　Everyone would point and gossip about her weight, but my mother and brother told her it was love.

　　My mother wiped her tears and said, "Which family's daughter in the village can live such a good life? Our family favors sons over daughters, but we give you the best." My brother also said, "Sister, every time my younger sister and I look at you, we drool with envy!" My eldest sister looked back at me, and I could only lower my head, not saying a word.

　　Later, my eldest sister died.

　　When her flesh was cut open, no blood oozed out, only yellow oil.

　　But she did sell for a good price.