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.

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he frowned and looked at me. "Don't you want to try

a moth and put it into my mouth. It tasted fine. If I didn't think

bland. With a slight tinge of disappointment

laughed, but took the initiative to grab some beer. I knew just beer on

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and walked up to him. "Let me take you

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replied with a "yes" but

a little worried that the servants outside would come in, so I

opened his eyes and looked

a beat and I broke out into a cold sweat. I said, "Mr. Westin,