My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Judging from Westin's reaction, it had to be true.

It was normal that experiences across regions were not universal.

I added some oil and seasoning into the saucepan after adding the moths, following the method Tina taught me. The moths turned oily and shiny, their bodies became plump and looked tasty to eat.

A faint fragrance wafted over and Westin came in, turning straight to me.

He was taken aback and asked, "You know how to cook it?"

I nodded and smiled. "I made some when I was younger, but I haven't done it in years. My skills are rusty, so I can only do it by memory." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I handed him the freshly- cooked moths with a smile and said, "Would you like to have a try?"

It was rare to see him smile back. "Sure."

He put the plump insects into his mouth, and chewed slowly. After a moment, he looked at me and said, "They're good."

People living in the southwest liked to eat things in their climate that appeared unacceptable by others, such as silkworms, maggots and locusts.

about it with us during our trek through the forest, it was

memories were a

seem that way

in my daze, he frowned and looked at me. "Don't you want

guard. I quickly picked up a moth and put it into my mouth. It tasted fine. If I didn't think of it as a bug

slight tinge of disappointment in my voice, I said, "It'd be great if we

laughed, but took the initiative to grab some beer. I knew just beer on its own wouldn't cut it. Fortunately, I still had

was a tough man. After eating the moths and drinking,

groggy as he leaned on the

up to him. "Let me take you upstairs for

mumbled, looking to

physique, it was difficult to move

villa were busy dealing with the drainage problem in

the operation theatres, I

a "yes" but

worried that the servants outside would come in, so I

opened his eyes and looked at

skipped a beat and I broke out into a cold