Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 484

Now look at Dan's reaction, I think it's true.

Because the region is different, naturally all the things experienced are also different.

In accordance with what Jenny taught me, I put the moths in the pan dry-fried after adding a small amount of oil and seasoning, the dense moths became oily and smooth, one bulged full body, look a bite down can be aromatic.

Faintly smelled the aroma puff, Dan could not help but follow in and looked at me.

He froze and said, "You can do it?"

I nodded and smiled, "I used to make them when I was a kid, but I haven't done it for years, so I'm a little rusty, so I can only do it from memory."

Handing him the finished moth, I smiled, "Try it?"

He laughed for the first time in a long time, "Yes!"

Putting the full moth in his mouth, he slowly chewed it and for a moment, looked at me and said, "Not bad!"

People in the southwest, because of their living environment, like to eat things that look rather unacceptable, such as silkworm pupae, bamboo maggots, and locusts.

At that time in the forest force, Jenny and we talked about these, I once found it hard to accept.

I thought the so-called memory of her mouth was a little too chilling.

Now it seems that it is not quite true.

Seeing me dumbfounded, he frowned at me, "Do not taste?"

I froze, reached out and picked up a moth and put it in my mouth, it was not difficult to eat, if you ignore that it is a bug and treat it as a dish, the taste is wonderful, with a few protein flavor, very chic.

Eating the moth alone was too monotonous, and I said with some regret, "It would have been nice to have a beer."

Dan smiled, but took the initiative to get up to get the wine, beer alone, but also useless, but the good thing is that Jannings gave me the medicine.

Dan is a rough man, ate the moth and drank the wine, but my defenses are much lower.

Dazed and confused, he slumped on the table and prepared to rest.

I got up, walked over to him, and spoke, "I'll walk you upstairs to get some rest!"

"No......" he didn't answer, but was already a little disoriented.

With a body like mine, it was still a bit of a struggle to move him. Luckily, Danny wasn't there and the maids at the villa were in the yard dealing with the water stains because it had just rained heavily.

When I reached the door of the surgery, I spoke up and said, "Mr. Whales, would you look at this, is this your room?"

Hearing the voice, he hmmed and did not make a response for half a day.

I was a little worried that the maids outside would come in, a time to speak again, "Mr. Whales, you ......"

Fiercely he suddenly raised his eyes, opened his eyes, and looked at me without moving.

I could not help but a burst in my heart, startled out of a cold sweat, opened my mouth and said, "Mr. Whales, you ......"

"Do not anger Mr., he is more terrible than you think." Just a sentence, finished, he turned straight away some shaking and walked away.

I froze in place, unable to say what I felt for a moment.

"I just want to see them, is it okay?" Looking at Dan's back, I spoke.

He spoke, "Not dead."

I sat on the floor for a moment, a little broken, was this really all that could be done?

What if I went to beg Bob?

Thinking about it, I stood up from the floor, walked towards the kitchen and picked up the knife that was sitting in the kitchen.

Slash to the wrist!

This feeling is all too familiar to me, I have experienced it countless times in the days when my children left.

......

I was unconscious in the hall, and in my last moments of consciousness, I saw the maids hurrying in, and was relieved.

When I woke up again, unsuspectingly, I was in the hospital, and unsurprisingly, I saw Bob.