Just then, two people showed up at the foot of the mountain.
Both of them wore tattered clothes and looked as filthy as beggars.
They found the dead rat.
The two of them were over the moon and immediately picked it up.
They divided the meat into two halves and stuffed it into their mouths.
"Ah!"
The Gao family was so jealous.
The eldest son glared at Gao Mingkun. "Look! Someone has eaten rat meat! Why can't we eat it?!"
"That's right. We've been starved for days. What's wrong with eating some rat meat? Gao Mingkun, are you trying to starve us to death? Fine, we won't eat rat meat, but you have to make us something to eat!"
Gao Mingkun blushed and wanted to retort, but he couldn't. He only mumbled, "You can't eat it. You just can't."
"Who told you that?"
"I heard Miss Feng talking about it with Brother Mingjiang," said Gao Mingkun.
