Xiao Cheng remained silent.

It turns out that when the woman was cleaning up her son, she also cleaned up her husband.

Now is not the time for you to fight each other.

Now your marital relationship has regained its strength.

Fortunately, just as the husband was about to turn his anger towards Xiao Cheng, the wife wiped away her tears and spoke softly: "May God bless you, my dear husband. It has nothing to do with innocent guests; I was thinking of our poor son."

The innocent Xiao Cheng nodded vigorously, glancing through the crack in the door and seeing only half a lower leg dangling down from the foot of the bed.

Brutal, fucking brutal.

The man was immediately calmed down, then sighed heavily: "It's my fault, I don't know how to discipline him anymore."

Xiao Cheng: "..." You're too modest, brother. You know too much.

Hearing the couple sighing one after another, Xiao Cheng, who was still clueless, finally couldn't help but urge them on: "I've bothered you for quite a while now, it's time for me to leave."

"What are you saying, distinguished guest!" The hostess's expression instantly turned to astonishment, looking over with disbelief. "Could it be that we haven't been hospitable enough, causing you to tire of this place so quickly!"

"Besides, traveling at night is extremely dangerous. Don't you know about the little girl who was eaten by wolves?!" the man added, trying to dissuade him.

Xiao Cheng wanted to retort, since it was still daytime. But before she could finish speaking, she turned around and saw that it had suddenly gotten dark outside.

It got dark.

Xiao Cheng: "?!" Words become law?! No martial ethics whatsoever!

As if in response to the man's words, a long, eerie wolf howl echoed from the forest behind the house, sending chills down one's spine.

"Please stay, esteemed guest. Your room has been prepared, and I will serve you a delicious breakfast tomorrow," the hostess said in a melodious tone.

Satisfying? Perhaps we really need a balanced diet of meat and vegetables?

The thought flashed through Xiao Cheng's mind briefly, then suddenly her vision blurred. A heavy drowsiness overwhelmed her, and before she could say anything, her body collapsed uncontrollably.

In her daze, she saw the mistress approach, a strange smile appearing on her blood-stained face.

Xiao Cheng felt as if she were stuck in a quagmire, with countless sticky things pulling her down, making her sink deeper and deeper, and a suffocating feeling gradually came from her chest.

Then a gentle hand suddenly reached out and pulled her upwards with strength and determination, finally freeing her from the mud's grip.

Fresh air rushed in instantly, carrying a faint sweet scent. Xiao Cheng gasped for breath, looking up along the hand.

She was a stranger.

The woman wore a gentle, maternal smile. She bent down slightly and gently wiped the dirt off Xiao Cheng's face before slowly calling her name.

"Little Fatty".

Xiao Cheng was instantly startled awake.

She sat up abruptly, breaking out in a cold sweat. Looking at the soft, comfortable bed beneath her, she felt somewhat dazed.

As her consciousness gradually returned, memories from before the blackout yesterday flooded back like a tide, causing a slight throbbing in her head.

Before I could fully understand what had happened, the woman's voice suddenly rang in my ears again: "Little Fatty!"

What kind of dream is this, mirroring reality?!

Xiao Cheng turned around abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that it was the lady of the house standing at her door with Little Fatty by her hand.

She gently nudged the little fat boy's back and encouraged him, "Go, go and wake your sister up."

Little Fatty looked perfectly fine, as if yesterday's events were just a nightmare.

He walked into the room somewhat awkwardly, his face flushed. The closer he got to Xiao Cheng, the redder his face became. Finally, he stopped a few steps away from the bed and said in a barely audible voice, "New Xiao Mei, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

Xiao Cheng: "..." What the hell is this new Little Beauty sister?

She had no idea how far the plot had progressed, nor what strange identity she had been given.

The best option now is to follow the NPCs.

The male host was already seated at the dining table. Upon seeing Xiao Cheng, he nodded sternly, gesturing for her to sit next to him.

The hostess seemed very happy, humming a broken tune as she turned to go to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Xiao Cheng sat there with the male host to her left and Little Fatty to her right, staring blankly at the tableware in front of her, until the female host brought over a new pot of meat soup.

A few small, withered vines floated on top of the milky white broth.

The hostess personally ladled the soup into a bowl and placed it in front of Xiao Cheng with a smile.

The vines, intertwined with half a finger, rose and fell, making Xiao Cheng feel a little nauseous. Then he heard the hostess say gently, "Drink up, a balanced meal."

Xiao Cheng: "..." Thank you, but there's really no need for that.

The male homeowner and the chubby boy had already started eating, making loud smacking sounds as they chewed, as if it really smelled delicious.

Seeing that Xiao Cheng was still hesitant, the hostess urged her with some doubt, "Xiao Mei, is there anything you're not satisfied with? You can boldly bring it up, and then Mom will help you fix it."

The amount of information conveyed in just a few words is simply explosive.

Xiao Cheng took a deep breath.

First, my name is not Xiaomei.

Second, I do not drink human flesh soup.

Third, God's mother.

But she couldn't talk back to the NPC yet, because the hostess had already smiled and pulled out the bloodstained hammer from under her apron.

Xiao Cheng: "..." What kind of anime apron is this?!

Just as she was caught in a dilemma, the door to the cookie house was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

She turned her head sharply as if she had met a savior.

Then Fang He, dressed as a hunter, walked in carrying a long-handled hunting rifle and a blood-stained wolf skin on his back.

He glanced at them indifferently, then smiled slightly at the furious hostess and hostess: "Excuse me, we got lost while hunting, so would it be convenient for me to rest here for a while?"

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, he sighed softly, casually threw the wolf skin on the ground, and a large pool of blood splattered out with a splash.

Then he touched his hunting rifle.

"If you don't want to... that's fine too. Can I trade this wolf pelt for your beloved daughter?"