"Little Treasure, I'm hungry. Can I eat that bug?"
Little Treasure looked at Da Bao's eyes, which were red from crying. She looked very pitiful, but he looked at the bowl of fried bugs the table. He knew that this girl was greedy.
In the afternoon, she had said that she wouldn't eat, but after eating one, both of them felt that it was simply too good and delicious. They had never eaten such a delicious bug before. The thought that it was disgusting was thrown to the back of their minds.
In order to appease Da Bao, Little Treasure brought the bowl over. "You can only eat a little, or else you'll be hungry tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll only eat a little."
In the pitch-dark night, other than lighting a dim kerosene lamp, there was no light at all. The two children held a bowl and stuffed the bugs their mouths. This action made people's scalps go numb, their whole bodies trembled.
