The rich soup, which had looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful, was now utterly different.
The broth in this pot was purplish-black, with eerie bubbles rising from it and human heads floating to the surface.
What disgusted Lin Luo even more was the handful of maggots burrowing in and out of the heads.
A single glance almost made Lin Luo retch.
But to keep the old woman from noticing anything amiss, Lin Luo suppressed his nausea and put on a helpless expression.
"Granny, your cooking is truly incredible. This pot of rich soup looks sweet and delicious, but I really can't eat another bite. If I drank it and threw up, it would be such a waste of good food."
Lin Luo's acting was flawless, leaving even the old woman beside him uncertain.
Besides, with him having put it that way, the old woman really could not find any reason to argue.
"That's all right. If you can't drink it now, you can always have it later."
The old woman gave Lin Luo a friendly smile.
Had he not seen the true appearance of that pot of soup, Lin Luo might even have felt guilty toward her.
"All right. Thank you, Granny."
Lin Luo behaved very politely, then began chatting with the old woman.
He praised her cooking as they talked, and just a few words coaxed a face full of smiles out of her.
"Granny, I'm a doctor. Would you like me to give you a checkup?"
At the mention of illness, the old woman's smile immediately faded. She waved a hand and said, "There's no need. These old bones can't take the fuss. Life and death are fated, and I'm satisfied to have lived this long."
Lin Luo had expected this refusal. This old woman was clearly far more