Afraid she would reach for more, Su Weixue left as soon as she finished speaking. The pained look on her face made it seem as if someone had cut flesh from her own body.
"Hasn't Cousin always been telling people outside that I eat a lot? How could I possibly be full?"
Su Qiao stuffed the pig's trotter into a cloth bag, tied it tightly, and carried it off in another direction.
That carefree, satisfied look on her face was especially punchable.
Host, watching you ask her for food is just like watching you ask for her life. She has a whole storage space—does she really need to go this far?
444 once again witnessed the shamelessness of its host. But seeing Su Weixue so furious, it felt pretty good too.
"Hehe, you just don't understand. To people from the apocalypse, food is life. Anyone who takes their food is taking their life."
"Besides, she might have obtained these things by risking her life. Having them extorted away from her for nothing, of course she'd be heartbroken."
"Besides, droughts are raging in many places now, and the fields have yielded nothing. Food is more expensive than gold, and it's practically being sold by the ounce. Shouldn't she think about her future?"
No matter how much she had in her storage space, there would always come a day when she finished eating it all, right?
Unless her storage space was infinitely large and she had stored enough food during the apocalypse to last her several decades or even centuries.
Looks like the grudge between you two has grown serious.
Think about how many people had killed others for a little food back in the apocalypse.
Su Qiao was unconcerned. "What's there to fear? We're already mortal enemies. There's no way to