***
It wasn't that she was averse to fatty meat; the revulsion stemmed from the fact that it had been picked by her aunt, which made it especially nauseating.
Now she finally understood how Qiao Chutian felt that day, facing the stall's hog intestines.
Currently, she was engulfed in that same overwhelming sense of disgust.
It was truly nauseating.
"Auntie is worried you're too skinny, so she's serving you, but you won't eat it. What kind of attitude is that?"
The aunt, having seen the look of disgust on Mai Xiaomai's face, scolded loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm full."
Mai Xiaomai pushed the bowl away and stood up.
"Oh my, you can't even finish a bowl of rice before quitting. Such a waste—don't you know how to be thrifty? Don't you realize there are still over a billion people in the world who can't afford a meal? How can you waste like this with a clear conscience toward humanity?"
