"Never lacking food and drink?"
"Then, do you have lobster?"
Bai? blinked. The little glutton still couldn't forget the lobster she had eaten last night.
The bald Ma Shuo paused. In his view, Luo Yan and Bai? were probably young people from some camp. Young people from those camps ate nothing but compressed biscuits or starchy food every day.
Unlike him, he could basically eat a piece of fatty meat and drink a bowl of fine wine every day.
In Ma Shuo's world, this kind of life was already paradise.
Yet this little girl was asking if he had lobster.
Before the disasters descended, he had eaten lobster before.
But after the disasters, supplies had become scarce. Where would there be any lobster?
Forget lobster—even shrimp, Ma Shuo hadn't eaten a single one in all these years.
Seeing that Ma Shuo couldn't answer, Bai? muttered, "And you said you never lacked food and drink. You don't even have lobster. You really do talk nonsense to deceive people."
Ma Shuo's face immediately flushed red. The bald man flew into a rage out of embarrassment. "How dare you make fun of me, you little brat? I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
Bai? sighed, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and began chanting under her breath.
She was speaking too softly for Ma Shuo to hear.
Seeing her like this, he thought the girl had been frightened and burst into laughter.
"Isn't it a little too late to start praying now?"
Without even opening her eyes, Bai? said solemnly, "It's not too late. You're not dead yet. I'm praying to Buddha to take pity on you and let you be reborn as human beings after you die."
Ma Shuo froze for a moment, feeling as though he had become a clown.