“My son, how could we, a widow and her child, be so miserable? We were cheated, and even the food we had painstakingly saved up for several days was eaten.”
"Grain, Mom, what grain? Are you out of your mind? We don't eat cockroaches."
"hiss"
As soon as she finished speaking, she received a claw strike. Seeing that Jiang Zuoque's eyes were about to clear, Old Lady Zhu cried even louder.
“My son, I know you can’t accept this, but that’s really our food. You’re unemployed, and so am I. How can we survive if we don’t eat cockroaches? Now that they’ve all been eaten, what will we do?”
Their crying wasn't pleasant to hear; it could be described as grating and groaning. But none of them left; they wanted to see how Jiang Zuoque would react.
Will I feel guilty? Will I feel sad? I ate someone else's food, so I have to make amends.
It's no wonder they think that way; they've been neighbors with Old Lady Zhu for so many years, everyone knows what's going on in each other's lives.
Especially since Old Mrs. Zhu couldn't keep a secret, she often boasted to them about how her family hadn't bought any vegetables for years, eating only wild greens and mushrooms grown in their yard.
Wild vegetables are fine, at least they're safe, but those mushrooms, growing out of a pile of rubbish, they're not even sure if they're poisonous.
It's a miracle that Grandma Zhu and Zhu Kou are still alive. They wouldn't doubt it if you told them they ate cockroaches.
After Jiang Zuoque regained consciousness, the first thing he heard was that someone was using cockroaches as food.
He subconsciously licked the lingering taste from the corner of his mouth, but the rotten smell returned. He spat it out, feeling as if his intestines were about to come out.
I can't understand why anyone would like to eat cockroaches.
[Amidst the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Zuoque actually pursed his lips.]
Isn't this just inflicting secondary harm on yourself while you're still fully conscious?
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