After Sulu said a few words to a few people, Suya came over with a plate of more "sashimi" than before.

The plate was very large, and it was piled with thinly sliced ​​"meat". Suya put the plate on the table, sat down beside Sulu, and exchanged a look with Sulu. She lowered her eyelashes, secretive and excited. smiling.

- Eat, eat, let's see if you are one of our kind.

The guests had no idea what Sulu and his wife were thinking, nor did they know that the "meat" they were eating and the "wine" they were drinking were things that were not acceptable to ordinary people.

After eating and drinking, Sulu took the three guests to relax in the lounge. Before leaving, Sulu said to Suya, "Pack up the things at home so that they won't be seen by them."

Suya nodded and said yes, she quickly cleaned up the rest of the food on the table, then went to the kitchen, opened the huge refrigerator that can accommodate several people in the kitchen, and looked at the empty place in the refrigerator, she grinned.

She whispered: "It's great, I found a similar kind again..."

"I just don't know... can they... test..."

The sound was too low, and it dissipated when the wind blew it.

After dealing with the "stuff" in the kitchen.

Suya went straight upstairs and went to the children's bedroom. In the bedroom, the "food" left over from yesterday was still on the table. Her children did not finish the "food" she specially prepared.

She picked up the plate, smelled it, and smelled a slight rancid odor. She looked at the weather outside through the window. It was not summer, but the temperature was not low, so the meat was left here overnight, and the taste changed a bit. .

Su Ya sighed, she wanted to train her child to be her and Sulu's successor, but she didn't expect that her child would not like to eat this delicious "food", but love those dirty meals .

Thinking of this, Su Ya's face turned hideous, like an irrational lunatic.

After a while, Su Ya regained her senses. The moment she picked up the plate and bent down to take the plate, a gust of wind blew, and she smelled a rancid smell.

The tip of her nose twitched, and after a few sniffs, she determined the direction of the smell. She turned her head to the windowsill.

There was nothing on the windowsill, Suya walked over, opened the curtains by the window, and saw a piece of meat placed in the corner of the window.

The meat had apparently been sitting for a while, and it had begun to give off a strong stench.

Suya looked at this scene, she was very angry, why did she put food here! why do not you eat! !

If the plate of meat just now made Su Ya angry, the piece of meat placed by the window now makes Su Ya very angry.

Su Ya was very angry, but it was shameful to waste "food". She picked up the piece of meat placed by the window, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, with an intoxicated expression on her face, as if she had smelled a very favorite smell.

Su Ya gulps down the "food" that has turned sour. She cherishes every piece of "meat". When she was a child, she couldn't eat "meat" at all due to restrictions, and she could only eat those vomiting meals.

Only occasionally when her parents are not at home will she have the opportunity to eat the poultry raised at home, but she does not dare to eat too much, and she does not dare to eat it all at once, otherwise she will not have to eat it in the future.

At first, she put the unfinished meat under her bed, but after a long time, the taste came out. She could only count the time and finish eating the food before it tasted.

Suya almost greedily ate the spoiled "meat". This "meat" tasted much better than the one she ate when she was a child, and there were no worms, but the taste changed.

After eating this piece, she gulps away the meat on the plate again, and then she cleans up the residue left in the room and walks out with a smile on her face.

After Suya went out, after asking the servant, she found her two children in the garden.

As soon as the two children saw Su Ya coming, they immediately put down the toys in their hands, and after calling out their mother, they stood still and waited for Su Ya's punishment.

Su Ya squatted down and looked at the two children in front of her. She pinched the children's faces and asked softly, "Why didn't you finish the meat?"

The older girl said, "Mom, I don't like the taste of that meat, it's not delicious."

When Su Ya heard the words, her face was not very good. She didn't expect that her children would not like to eat the "food" she carefully prepared: "Mom knows, and my mother will make 'meat' into your favorite taste."

The girl's face was wrinkled, obviously dissatisfied with what Su Ya said, but she also knew that talking back to Su Ya at this time would not only get you no good, but would be forced to eat things she didn't like.

The girl fell silent, and after a while, she said ok.

Su Ya rubbed the girl's head, then turned her head and asked her son, "Why don't you eat it?"

Compared to her daughter, her son looks a bit like Sulu, and the way he eats, there are five or six points alike, unlike her daughter, who has to chew dozens of times to eat a bite, with a reluctant expression on her face. .

The boy said, "Mom, my sister said that the meat is bad, so she won't let me eat it."

Su Ya's eyes changed, she glared at the girl, and asked the boy softly, "Tell mother, is that 'meat' delicious?"

The boy recalled the taste and said, "Mom, that meat is delicious, but it doesn't taste very good. I don't like eating meat with bad taste."

Suya understood that her son had a problem with Sulu. He only liked to eat fresh "meat". After a few days of stale meat, he didn't want to eat it when he smelled it. He was very picky.

Suya brought the two children into her and Sulu's "secret base". She opened the door and asked the two children to wait here for a while before she went to get the delicious food.

The girl sat on the wooden chair with the boy, the girl turned her head and asked the boy, "Do you really think that meat is delicious?"

The boy nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, sister, don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it," the girl frowned, obviously not knowing how to describe the taste: "I still prefer the meat on the table to the meat prepared by my mother."