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.

with us during our trek through the forest, it

so-called memories were a little

didn't seem that way

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

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

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

I knew just beer on its own wouldn't

After eating the moths and drinking, he

drunk and groggy as

to him. "Let me take you

to be

was difficult

Tiago was not around, and the servants in the villa were busy dealing with the

door leading to the operation theatres, I

with a "yes" but didn't respond

worried that the servants outside would

suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at me

I broke out