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.

during our trek

memories were a little too

seem that way

he frowned and looked at me.

mouth. It tasted fine. If I didn't think of it as a bug and treated it as a regular dish instead, it tasted delicious. It

little too bland. With a slight tinge of disappointment in my voice, I said, "It'd

just beer on its own wouldn't cut

a tough man. After eating the moths and drinking, he lowered his guard

as he leaned on

up to him.

to

it was difficult to

and the servants in the villa were busy dealing with the drainage problem in the yard caused

operation theatres, I asked,

with a "yes" but didn't respond

outside would come in, so I said again,

suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at

a beat and I broke out into a cold sweat. I