Facing Winnie and Melody Summers’ confused gazes, their grandmother sighed. "You’re both young. You haven’t lived through the old days... If this were back then, things like this happened from time to time..."
During the famines of the past, the country wasn’t as strong as it is today. There were no factories mass-producing so many sand vine cakes, nor did we have the ability to transport supplies to various stations in such a short time.
The starving victims in disaster areas could only flee the famine. Wherever they went, they ate everything, even the grass roots and tree bark. They dug up and ate all the Guanyin clay from the ground. Many people only survived by resorting to cannibalism...
Miss Lowell also began telling everyone a story from her past. Her ancestors were major landowners. One day, the family’s ox went missing. In those days, an ox was very precious, so her grandfather took the house servants and went door-to-door searching for it.
When he passed by a poor family’s home, Miss Lowell’s grandfather smelled meat cooking inside. He was certain this poor family had stolen, butchered, and eaten his ox.
Furious, her grandfather and his servants barged right in.
Seeing this, the poor family rushed forward to stop them, trying to keep them away from the pot on the stove.
But Miss Lowell’s grandfather had sharp eyes—he saw it clearly. A small child was boiling in that pot...
Her grandfather then took his servants and went home. From that day on, he never mentioned the missing ox again.
Listening to the two elderly women recount these stories from the past, Melody Summers felt a sting in her nose.
’From ancient times to the present, life has always been incredibly difficult for ordinary people,’ Melody Summers thought. She hoped this disaster would end quickly so that more people could survive.
A short while later, Colin Summers returned, and the family prepared to eat.
Knowing Melody and Winnie couldn’t stomach meat today, Miss Lowell and Grandma simply put the stewed ribs in the refrigerator and made a few light, all-vegetarian dishes instead.
They even made hot and sour shredded potatoes and vinegar-sautéed cabbage. Although these dishes seemed simple, they were tangy and refreshing, perfect for whetting one’s appetite. Their crisp texture was great for stimulating the desire to eat.
Sure enough, with these two dishes, Melody Summers finished a large bowl of rice porridge.
Just as the family had finished their meal and were clearing the dishes, the villa’s doorbell suddenly rang.
Melody Summers hurried to answer. On the monitor, she saw Ronan Rhodes and several bodyguards standing outside.
Melody Summers opened the door, confused. "It’s so late. Is there something you need?"
Ronan Rhodes wore a polite smile. "Experts are predicting a major drop in temperature soon," he said to Melody Summers. "It might even snow. We were worried you might not have supplies for the cold... As it happens, the company had a batch of surplus supplies, so I brought some over for you."
The bodyguards behind him were all carrying large, bulging bags that looked like they were filled with rolled-up quilts and fleece blankets.
Seeing this, Melody Summers quickly waved her hands. "No, no, we don’t need these. We have plenty at home. Besides, I already feel bad enough about having you cover the renovation costs. How could I possibly accept these things from you?"
But no matter how much Melody Summers refused, Ronan Rhodes insisted, "Please, just take them..."
Seeing his persistence, Melody Summers could only thank Ronan Rhodes and step aside to let the bodyguards bring the items into the villa.
After the items were delivered, Ronan Rhodes said his goodbyes and left.
As he walked away from the Summers Villa, Ronan Rhodes wore a complicated expression. It was the first time in his life he had ever forced a gift on someone, and the whole thing just felt incredibly awkward.

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