Cleansing Ginger to Drive Out the Cold

Her face changed faster than the weather.

"September, you clearly know he doesn't eat..."

Before she could finish, Gu Mingshi squeezed her hand and shook his head at her.

When beneath another's roof, one had to bow one's head.

September bit her lip and glared fiercely at Zhang Shuhui.

Zhang Shuhui admitted that what she was doing now did look a little like a petty person finally gaining power, lacking in generosity.

But she had never been any sort of upright gentleman to begin with.

The Gu family had issued a wanted notice back then, making them wanted wherever they went, as if they were international criminals.

Now that they had ended up in this state, the fact that she wasn't laughing in their faces until her teeth showed was already very polite of her.

Bai Yin expressionlessly extended her chopsticks and picked up a piece of snake meat. But when she bit into it, it was ginger.

She then picked up a pig's trotter and bit into it. It was still ginger.

Left with no choice, she picked up some shredded potatoes and bit into them. Mm... so many strips of ginger.

Bai Yin tilted her little head and seriously examined every dish, trying to distinguish which parts were meat and which were raw ginger.

In the end, she reluctantly took a dark-red centipede as thick as a wrist from her little snakeskin satchel. She stroked it somewhat reluctantly, then pinched off its head and tail and began tearing into it with her teeth.

"Crunch~ crunch~"

Dark-green juice dripped from the corners of her mouth, clinging thickly to her chin.

"A centipede... you eat... You actually eat that sort of thing?!"

"Urgh~" September felt a wave of nausea at the sight.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, she had